Just a Pair of Wings

Sometimes I look up. Look up eagerly at the sky. 
Wondering, why oh why, I don't have wings to fly. 
To soar among the fluffs of white, to feathers and cotton akin, 
And to have that natural gold of the sun softly touching my skin, 
Oh why couldn't I be a little more blessed, 
A little less stressed, to live with no address.
Oh why do I have to worry about friends and foes, 
Of how small is my waist and how big is my nose, 
Why shall I cry over weddings, rings and other things? 
When I could find some peace and joy with just a pair of wings.

Photos: Aftab Uzzaman

Text: Naziba Basher