You'd love to be a star
Twinkling up above
Burning yourself endlessly to put on a spectacle
Though run out of fuel, you collapse:
Diamond in the sky
To the soot smudging the black hole
You'd love to be the kite
Rainbow on a string
Flung and steered and tugged and released
Though fragile egos at stake, you slither:
The epitome of balance
To a throat-slitting weapon of dissection
You'd love to be a balloon
Red and shaped like a heart
Batted and chased down so parties can be fun
Though stop defying gravity, you fizzle:
Floating like the butterfly
To bursting like a bubble
You'd love to be the cloud
Fluffy ethereal pillow
Stuffing itself with snow and rain and sleet and hail
Thought let lightning strike, you plunder:
A divine celestial veil
To a tempestuous twist of fate
You'd love to be a bird
Melody on-board wings
Crooning its lungs out
Though feathers ruffled, you’re muffled:
Plumage with a soul
To dead as a dodo
You'd love to be the wind
Nature's Invisible embrace
Hiding and seeking and swishing and swooshing
Though spiral out of control, you ravage:
Sustaining life and joy
To Mother Earth rightfully fighting back
You'd love to be a firefly
Light-Emitting-Diminutives
Flashing, blinking, hovering
Though with habitat overmined, you vanish:
A teleporting lighthouse
To conservation efforts awaiting the green light
You'd love to be a plane
Subsonic airbound train
Roaring into skies so they can get to places
Though fail to weather a threat, you shudder:
Dreams gliding sans friction
To debris the stuff of nightmares
It's as though flying high is never free
-Of the price tags it comes with
-Of the price it can exact
Though take that leap anyway
For if flying isn't easy
How can staying put ever be?
Written by Vishaal
Published by Novel Mint Publishing