Fly

FLY
- BY VATSAL AWASTHI

Sitting on a snug chair, I was staring out a window
How a little bird on the surface was trying to fly
Little kid, was finding difficult to do a task
Which others of the same age did with ease
Tried his best, but was not achieving the result
Not because he was idle but because of luckless
Stepped back, ran forward with greater force
Lasted above earth for a millisecond and again fell down
Cried hard, saw his friend flew away doing the same
He another time stepped away and repeated his actions
But, for the same method, is always the same outcome
Comparing little birds with small kids
How fortunate are the ones who get success
How dreadful is the situation for the one's who fail
By doing the same as others, working hard all day
But in the end, left all alone dejected
He's considered indolent and loafing by the world
But if anyone had seen the process, knows the depressed one
He, might not achieve the height, his partner did
But surely one day, this hapless bird will also FLY