FLOWERS BLOOM ON GROUND

When my wings seemed clipped

I wanted to fly

I did flutter to shorter heights

Could have flown to see

brighter sights

But something said

for you not right

Wait and watch

Let not wings torch

with small pleasures

which appear a treasure

I fluttered back

to my open cage

Many stories I typed

on my life’s page

Now my wings have grown

New wings not shown

Many wines I sipped

Still never tripped

Green pastures called

My past, I recalled

I can easily fly

and give it a try

But I sit tight

Observing the plight

How clipped wings fight.

Why did I not fly?

For I had wings of

Butterfly

Flowers bloom on ground

and not in sky.

07/09/23

India.

photo credit net.