Abel Prasad’s Poems.


We all have wings

but some don’t know how to fly

I look around and it seems we all follow the same direction

No one wants to take a challenge.

I start to flap and slowly I start to lift

People look at me and judge

I keep getting higher and higher and eventually, I am so high.

I look down and see small people looking up and I laugh because I’ve finally gotten away from the judgement and the turmoil.