If I get wings, I will take you on a ride to all the beautiful places that exist on this earth.
I will show you the lofty mountains, the ridges and the rills and drink sparkling water
from the clearest stream awed by the reflection of ours in it.
From the oldest vines that bear the sweetest fruit I would have fed you the ripest berries
and enjoyed the juice trickling down your lips.
From the huge hearth that warms every cold bodies I would have warmed your shattered breath and watched your rhythmic rise and fall of your chest in your sleep.
From the land of healers I would have brought the greatest priest to heal your
bruised soul and watched you leap in joy and dance to the beats of life in your merry making.
But, I am a woman limited by means, I have only my heart to offer you, a very insignificant thing.

Prasupta Roy