A Song Named Poem - A Collection Of Poetries

The First Flight

The baby bird was afraid to fly,
Afraid that it'll be its last jump.

Its brothers and sisters fluttered around,
Diving, soaring and chirping merrily.

A flicker of doubt inside the bird,
Maybe I'll get hurt?

Or get scratched by harsh branches,
But still why not give it a try?

It wasn't like it did not fall,
Nor suffered from the hard ground.

But after the umpteenth try,
It did fly high.

Now, if it'd refrained from its first jump,
Would it be able to touch the skies?

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