Sweet little hunter
With tiny webbed feet
Stands the surface
Eyeing its prey beneath
Heart and breath
Both quite and still
Smoothly it floats
Waiting for the kill
As oblivious prey
Comes too close
Piercing the ocean
Hungry beak goes
Pulled out of life
Prey goes dead
One gets killed
And one gets fed
To fly, he craved
Though human, he was
A fool, wise called him
Taught him, the clause
A man, you are
Never, will you fly
Wings, you lack
Why even try
This earth, I rule
Supreme, am I
A bird can do
Why, can’t I
On hill, he stood
Beneath, valley steeped
Arms spread wide
In faith, he leaped
Soaked, in blood
He stayed dead
A bird came by
To him, it said
Like all, you too
With limits are bound
Some meant to fly
Some to stay in ground
A role, each is given
To each, as it fits
Like all, you see around
You too have limits
In pain, he spilled
His words like fire
If limits I have
They why the desire
Thoughts after all
Wander, they will
Some, to feed
Some, to kill
I don’t understand grief, nor sorrow or agony.
These feelings of mind seems absent in me
I don’t understand joy, nor pleasure or ecstasy
These experiences of life too are alien to me
I don’t have any emotion that’s supposed to be
Yet their absence don’t make my life empty
