In my childhood innocence,
I very often wished,
To have a pair of wings,
And be able to fly in the sky,
Like all the feathered creatures.
And if my wish were granted,
I would love to rise up too,
And fly above the earth,
Across the clouds,
Even beyond them,
Till I reached that unseen region,
Called 'Heaven',
That none has ever seen,
And yet, is believed to exist,
At some higher level up there.
And if I could reach that place,
It would be an amazing experience,
To be able to move in a world,
Believed to be just absolute,
In its unique glamour and grace.
I know, it was childish fancy
As even when Man has got ' wings '
And realised the dream of flying,
Heaven continues to remain elusive,
As even when Man has got ' wings '
And realised the dream of flying,
Heaven continues to remain elusive,
And a mysterious place forever.
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