A Bird That Will Walk

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Maa,

 

My wings are broken. I no longer look like the bird you had given birth to.

 

I take several leaps into the air each day, but nothing leads to a flight. The thought of being tied to the ground haunts me.

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I grapple with myself to keep my tired eyes open and look around for the tree that holds my nest. I have been lost for a long while.

 

But all trees appear to be the same. I am unable to spot mine. Maybe it’s the tallest one; I remember building my home at a great height. But I cannot reach there anymore, for I can neither climb nor fly.

 

The world keeps tormenting me with its words. I am taunted for my wings that cannot grow back. But today, I met someone who could empathise with me.

 

He found me on the way and wanted to take me along. He brought me a beautiful shelter, and asked me to get in. I was offered all the comfort that I was in need of. Still, I ran away as fast as I could.

 

It was difficult to make a choice, comfort seemed a lot more enticing. But the love for liberty stood unbeatable and did not let me fall into the ruse set by luxury. I could not persuade myself to sell my freedom.

 

And while running, I realized that being a bird without wings makes me trust my feet a lot more. My hopes finally found a way to soar up.

 

Though I might never be able to mend what’s broken, I can at least try healing my wounds. Sometimes, I will miss the sky. But then, the ground will make up for it.

 

They mock me for being a bird that cannot fly. But I prefer taking pride in being a bird that will walk to its dreams.

 

Yes, my path has been switched. But my soul is still a dreamer. And although I might not look like it anymore, I am still the same bird you had given birth to.

 

~ With love,
Your little bird that will walk
now.


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