Death

A young bird, once longed to fly across the sky.
The big blue sky always beckoned to her,
The vast expanse, the cottony clouds, and warm sunlight,
And as she watched millions of others fly across everyday, the desire increased.

But the keeper would come,
to cut her wings out lest she learn to fly.
And yet, she would wait, for the next dawn, hoping her wings would grow again.

"There was a bright light at the end of a tunnel"
someone had told her.
And she would wait, for a new day,
watching the sky all day.
And the keeper returned,
to cut her wings again as they grew.

And one day, she lay there,
her life almost ending,
and she watched the sky longingly.
There was no keeper now, but there were no wings either.
With every passing day, her passion to fly had risen
until on a day, her lungs burst with tears
and she lay there dying, unable to fly forever.

But yet she tried, but was too old to conquer the sky.
Having lived her life in her mind for a million years,
she took one last flight, in old age without wings,
and fell with a low unheard thud,
and lay there dying, wishing she had tried earlier.