Freedom.

A Poem by Ayeshaa

The bird in flight sets for its journey.
In the ceaselessly fleeting sky.
It relishes the sweet taste of freedom.
Uncaged, it goes to the unexplored path.
To some unknown places
To some unknown voyage.
Unbound, it crosses the boundaries.
Bind me not also.
Let not the doubts beset me.
Let me go high.
Give me wings.
I'll touch the sky.
Let the winds of passion touch me gently.
I'll be the burning nocturnal moth.
Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night.