Grounded

A sea of white clouds

With a little grey sometimes

Meet my jaded eyes

And fill me with delight

In between the clouds

A peep of the sun is seen

And I can see some homesteads

If my sight is still quite keen

When the plane takes off, I feel

A wish to soar high too

Nothing calms me more

Than a glimpse of the sea so blue

In my thoughts and dreams I see

The galaxy spread before me

My imagination knows no bar

I am free to choose my star

My spirit flies unrestrained

It knows it’s boundaries though

For Societal norms may limit it

And try to contain the flow…

So I take full care to see

That my roots remain earth-bound

For though my thoughts may fly

My feet are still on the ground.