So Then She Flew
Little Ila of warm Indian waters
was born without fins but with feathers.
“Fishes don’t fly,” they constantly told her
wings in water are just a bother.
Tightly she wound them close to her
and tried her best to keep up with peers
Oh, she once even tried to pluck out her feathers
so she wouldn't look like a fish out of water.
But as she grew, her wings became larger
and surely you realise, swimming became tougher.
Was she the only freak of nature,
she spent her time in depressed wonder
Then she met the turtle who seemed wiser
and gave her a dream of a sky up higher
There’d be hills and vales and trees and flowers
and an eternally bright cloudless summer.
The journey was arduous but nothing could deter
little Ila to defiantly labour up to the border
Then the sun shined in her eyes, struggle just a blur,
with a leap of faith soon she flew… out of water.
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