The little wings flutter,
Brushing air with the feathers…
I Watch them fly away,
From one lamp post to another…
Slowly, soaring high through the sky.
Circling around structures,
Just In the blink of an eye…
Take a leap and unfurl,
And swing suddenly,
To swoop up quickly…
Reaching to those white clouds,
Floating high above the ground…
Floating like a feather,
Riding gently on wings of the air…
They return towards ground,
And rest on the top,
Singing some melody of love..
The little wings flutter again.
Image and Caption by –
Alok Upadhyay
