I was born to fly I Poem By Percival, 17, Kolkata

I was born to fly

I fly with wings, made of metal,

That burdens my shoulders light.

But still I fly – fly on,

Until I reach my destiny.

I shudder to think what would happen,

If I were to sink instead. 

Yes, many had warned me,

That the wing can sometimes, being metal-heavy,

Take the plunge deep down,

If uncontrolled, into the vast dark ocean.

Yet many encouraged; many pressed on,

So I decided to take off from the cliff.

It has not been smooth, dodging hills,

And mountains and many obstacles more.

But I am still flying – flying,

With the strong, ruffling breeze.

And just like the strong apparels of flight, 

That rest on my shoulders,

And like the strong words which encouraged me to fly,

So am I flying, with all my strength and courage,

With adrenaline coursing through me,

Like the hissing steam, out of a bursting volcano.

I know not whether I’ll reach my destiny,

Or if my wings shall bend towards the downward curve.

But I’m enjoying flying now,

And will keep doing so,

For I was born to fly. 

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