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A teardrop trickled down
his
fragile feathers
while
watching them to fly.
One by one
all
the heavenly bodies
left
the nest
but
the fluffy one.
He too tried to spread wings,
Limped,
crumpled,
tried
again
But those undeveloped muscles
weighed
him down.
He understood
He
has to wait
As
nature wants to embrace his
Solitary
flight.
- Ankita Chauhan