Flee

Flee
I wish to fly.
Do not let me down
A butterfly never gets imprisoned.
Never think to confine me.

A bird is quite content in the sky.
So independent as the cloud.

Never detain me.
I am born to fly, to flee,

just to fill in my lungs, the mist in plenty


A hawk is at its will to fly,
high above


Let me soar high in the sky.
Rest down for a while,
on the pyramids of Giza,
drink in plenty the salubrious water of Nile,
take a nap on the Egyptian grass,



I wish to fly later to Damascus,
wander in the shady bazaars and souks
and noisy fowl markets,
buy a bouquet of red roses,
one to be pinned on my shirt

Let me skim the clouds,
fly over river Hudson.
A glimpse of white house, I take,
under star and stripe banner,
meet and greet Uncle Sam
in Empire state building


Later my wings let surf the skies,
to eye the puritanical London bridge.
My wings rest there.
A moment of respite and basking in the twilight sun,
on the banks of blue, crystalline Thames,
to view the Big Ben and Westminster abbey,
just to rest at night,
by the English countryside cool meadow


I am born to fly.

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Ramesh Iyengar