Sulking Days

Warming myself, I waited

For the coming dawn

Still, then my days are forlorn -

With my wings stretched I fly

Up, up in the wide blue sky.

None to accompany in my flight

And none to share my happy delight

Being proud of the freedom I got

I fly and fly above miles

That has not been thought

One day then came to the change

Tired of flying my wings wished rest

But still, I could not drop my quest

So, again flying miles of lands

I then came to a fairyland

Grand and pompous it struck my eyes

I rested my legs with a delight

None is alone, none is sad

Everyone has someone to share.

With wonder, I looked at them

Their lives seemed to be the “Red Life”

Youngsters shared their place with their mate

While old ones enjoyed their wise-chat

I felt to be alone with myself

Am I fit to join the youngster

Or the other set?

None – I could not decide it then

Ruthlessly I have killed my spirits

And wasted my youth in useless quest

What is the quest so far I had?

Without using either for me or others -

Dying with the thirst for freedom

How I have sulked my days

Whom to blame for this?