When sometimes I dare gather

His words from the garden of life

New questions immediately assail me

And pierce my heart like Karn’s* arrows

 

They fly, erasing those unending limits

Those answers that intermingle in the wind

I can feel them enveloping me

And yet fail to grasp them within

Maybe those answers are understood

Easily by those birds that fly free

Yet for earthbound humans like me

They will forever a mystery be

 

It is not a sin to be carefree like the birds,

Nor is it a folly to be human

But, for sure it is far easier for them

To clearly view the soul of those down below

 

This may well be my biased outlook

That perceives the birds as eternally free

And anguishes over those that walk the earth

As destined to crawl in captivity

 

But yes, oh Bird, I did want to learn to fly

Taught by you one fine day

But then, if I had attached my wings with wax

Wouldn’t I have perished into the sea

 

On hearing this, you will laugh and say

“Dear one, then learn to fly without wings”

Oh, free bird of the open skies

Do you know, that the horizon never meets

 

  

* Karn- A master archer in the Mahabharata