Let me Mourn and Seethe

They thought they knew me,
I, too, thought they knew me,
Until the day when it came down to grant me a wish,
A wish to fly, dive into the bottom of the sky.

They are not bad,
I ain’t a bad one either,
Yet we are stuck here where
I am crawling and they are watching.

It was not supposed to be a miserable heaven,
It was not supposed to wreck the spirits,
It was not supposed to demolish my being,
Yet, it did all, efficiently and effectively, with a swish.

I ran after it,
To chase it, to make it my own,
It ran fast, and then faster,
And before I realized it blended into somber.

They saw me chasing it,
They saw me beseeching for it,
But they did nothing.
They couldn’t, perhaps.

I was told it’s too late now,
Too late for the second chances.
And, somewhere, deep inside, I knew that too,
But I did not believe in it. I couldn’t.

It looked at me from its dark place.
It, first, smiled and then wept,
For it knew the separation is near,
And not only I but it, too, wanted to stay closer.

But fate, they say, is stronger
than it is deemed to be,
Chances more unfair
than they are supposed to be.

Yet, I know, years down the line,
I and it will be together.
I won’t be running after and it won’t be running away,
And they would watch it too, some with pride, some with hidden sly.

Till then,
Let me mourn and seethe, and wriggle and screech,
For the loss is heavier than my heart can bear,
For the wounds are deeper than my soul can wear.

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