Soaring high

Inquisitive it was

For me to choose

Out of the four corners

Once I moved

Not a thief 

But a collector

A couple of years

That passed altogether

Waiting for a voyage

All that matter

For me to choose

To fly or ride

Out of my world

That no more lies

I chose to fly

There in the plane

Outside the window

The world was vain

Cotton candies taking shapes

I saw them and lost all pain

My Eardrums danced 

Like they are under rain

Stupendous sky Oh it was

Eureka! I shouted

How enduring the moment was! 

Never in my life

I experienced such a glass

On the other side I could see

The world that long last! 

Travel said my heart, 

I became travelsome through my past! 

Now I am soaring high

Standing still is not my task.