The desperate wings

Being a bird, a bird that was always free
I started flying;
I knew I would cross the ocean not near.
The ambitions, the wings were longer
The expanse, the dreams seemed higher
As the migration period was near
I wanted to be the bird to cross the ocean not reached by anyone dear
As I prepared myself against those shackles;
Suddenly my spine seemed insincere.

As I expanded in the horizon;
As I thought the dream was near
The ocean visual was clear
I opened my wings
I pushed up those limbs,
Suddenly I fell down
Fell hard on the ground
There was something wet, something that oozed out my wings
The color was red
The arrow was dull,
As if meant not for just snatching away the dream
But keeping me alive
Alive of living the unfulfilled dream
The unfulfilled desire of an ocean, an ocean that neither seemed far nor near
But I was caged, with no wings to bear!