I always have this dream of being winged
and flying toward the sun, my highest
gently, weightless and serene
I long to feel the ascension
To shake away my apprehension

It was with pained surprise
i thought - What was it
That my pride could be mistaken
For conceit
I overhear that bleat

of disapproval - ringing in my head
spoken shards of glass
Driving me underground
gradually tearing at my skin
wearing me thin

perhaps I'll soar tomorrow
for today I am fatigued

Words © Malai Carrara
Photography copyright © Nausher Banaji
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