A Small Trip

A Sonnet-

Flying without wings

Losing warmth of the Sun

Commencing high jinks

And sailing on and on and on.

Gazing though lashes down

Sprinting without tiring legs

Goin' far leaving the town

Not apprising, through my neck.

For a jaunt or voyage

Or for a journey

Away from worldly cage

Down I surprise to see.

Lying cold, still and abased

Lone all alone my carcass.

Adhiraj Vilas Jambekar
Copyright ©2009 Adhiraj Vilas Jambekar