Rooted Wings-II

… desires gnaw, scratch the surface
to uncover the hidden desires..

The wings are burning with desire
Pent up for years…
Last effort… to create
Enough downward thrust for
The coveted upward leap of joy…
The culmination of desire.

The thrust only crumbled the crust.
The layer lay ugly and distorted.
The binding roots too gave way.

Uprooted, crest-fallen,
Wings took flight
To fall flat on the burial grounds…

Roots and wings and me…
…. Now mere nothingness.