Out of its nest there, No being to succor mere Underlying doubt trembles the core. Leaves perpetual adds turmoil to his fear, As the beak weeps for flight.
Despair cries of his doubts transform. Vigilant eyes were his to see skies, his feathers locked not in cage of ore. Wanders he to adapt learning in worse, as the beak weeps for food.
Reminisces warm bygone. The maternalistic feel of beaks once stroked, All his excitement being guttered into, Drain of his own doubts. As the beak wepts for audacity.
Cosmos never stops nor remains cheerless, He catches the trajectory uphill, evolving to the seagull he feels true. Once he knew his path, there is no doubt As the beak cries as his feathers flutter.
About the author
Bedbrota Saha is a student residing in India. He loves to create art and write in his free time. You can check out his debut novella ‘Montopno: The Reign of a Killer’ on Amazon.