21-Nov-17 (Created: 21-Nov-17) | More in 'Shells: My Writes'

To Fly

Who of you
Wants to shed
Your live long encumberments
To extract and fly

Atleast by a morning subsequent
If not today that is already bound

Past your noon
You still with weary eyes
Hope held

Carry into an endless night
Same wake - if unsated -
Held in jealousy

So u state on your stake