The Eagle's Plight

I want to fly, fly unbound,
Over the clouds at the speed of sound.

Endless space surrounding me.
My unhindered spirit, roaming free

Abruptly I notice the void around,
With nostalgia I recall the ground.

The school of hens, the gaggle of geese,
Sparrows together playing on trees.

Birds below of a same feather,
Migrating home flocked together.

I and my brethren fly alone.
Wind whizzing by in a drone.

You are the king perched at the top.
You glance below and miss your lot.
The fun, the love and the care;
The togetherness that was there;
You earn all treasures that you wished.
A Laugh with friends is what you miss.

Airborne high loneliness found.
Do I really want to fly unbound?

- Himanshu