Migrate

One afternoon fatigued I fell asleep and dreamed of wings, since then i have been migrating. In my gamble of life I have wagered my happiness, and lost my path. As a bird bid farewell to the leaves, falling to the Autumn breeze. Stretching its own wings to a new shelter beyond the seas. will it fare well among the trees? or the nest be pestered by snakes. Days passing by as a fluttering butterfly. The wind was blowing in the wrong direction. Heavy wings in rain, can they carry me home. Counting the feathers from my broken wings. By the swing of the reaper's scythe, someday I will resign to my sweet eternal sleep in peace. -Ravi