If I had wings
I will keep them very, VERY secret.
I will have a mundane, but not raggedy-poor dayjob.
I will share it with only those I really trust, that I do have something,
Something which no other human has,
Something organic & flesh-&-blood,
Something living & throbbing...
& A PART of me...
I would only tell someone
Who will not sell me to a zoo...
Or a circus...
'coz this is the world...
As it is!
What would this world do to me, if I had WINGS?
Oh, I will keep them SUCH a secret.
I will sometimes practice my flying.
Over Delhi NCR.
On PARTICULARLY bad air-quality days...
They won't be able to see me...
I will never go out on clear, full-moon nights, though ...
Even in 2020,
There is AMPLE scope of witch-hunting...
I will start a business...
An air-ambulance business.
That is what I will do.
& I will get my wings valued.
& After valuation, insured.
& I will allow scientists to conduct experiments on me,
But only after age 75.
Only after I have LIVED.