Albatross

Take a flight,
Albatross
spread your wings

A world full of mediocrity awaits

The ocean is a little mellow
this summer evening
and we have lost the footing
of our own;
toils' been rendered futile

Meagre.

And, I am not in a mood to judge
But you,
My albatross, never mind
You must fly
Across the vast and serene
That's seldom felt by men
and women

And I have never been more immune to the frailties of my time.

--

Anant Dhavale