You

You give me wings to glide the sky

To nudge the stars and peck the clouds,

You let me have what I always cherished

Fearless happiness and courage in loads,

You challenge me to scrap pretentious mask

Without a thought of what they think,

But wings they are of plaint malleable wax

They melt and mould in no interim,

They curl even before I realize my dream

My delightful flight to peace and glory,

And I sit pensively basking in serenity

With fleeting thoughts in mind and soul,

Of Stars, clouds, rainbow and you…