Leap Of Faith

Yes.....the leap of faith

A pampered, sweet little birdie

Naive about the world

Took the dive single handedly,

this time to know the real world

Curious it was inspite the hardships

When deeper and deeper

Fell into the gorge, flew against the strong wind

Crossed the tornadoes of criticism, laughter, wicked chuckles

The never dying spirit of self exploration made it to do so

What Kind of Bird Am I?

The question which always hovered around its thoughts

Needed to know more and more, needed to be more self indulgent

Years of struggle, years of hurdle, years of falling and juggling

Finally the bird became an eagle. Rose like a phoenix, wise as an owl

Rise and rise ....no matter how many falls

It is called the leap of faith

the rise to glory