There are my wings.
Pure white and highly elegant.
They are precious
and my only beautiful feature.
They are smooth and fragile.
They are innocent and heavy.
They are my secret and treasure.
They are my happiness and pride.
They are my wings who grew with me.
longer and bigger ever year.
yet tightly knitted to eachother.
Not to blame one, it's me anyways.
Never got prepared for this.
By this time the walls has already move closer.
So there is no space either.
What's use of removing the knot?
I can't even breath now.
Oh my wings! I'm sorry,
you chose me.
After all, the person you chose
is just an ordinary one in the crowd of excellence



© Sakhi