The day I fly,
I fly the wind,
I wind the way and
I way the life –
The life of adventure;
Adventure momentary –
Momentary pleasure;
Pleasure in knowing
In knowing my body and soul.
The blank paper that I am
Chose to rewrite destiny
Flying the moment the wind touched
Exploring the way and sailed
My white, pure to life.
What do I say?
I say not to recall yet,
I recall the destined,
Destined to sail as a boat,
The day I chose to fly….
Copyright© 2015 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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Thanks, Alisha.
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