Did he not warn you that a flight too high
Meant most definitely a fall?
Or were you, little one, just wondering
If falling and flying felt any different at all?
Pick a God and pray to it, child!
Have my word, your wings won’t melt.
Be cautious; Be scared but do fly!
I promise my heat won’t trace your stealth.
For when you near me this time
It is Selene whom you will touch
The mortals will call it an eclipse
As your lovely wings she will clutch.
Devoured by the sea and spit out reborn.
Speak, weeping child, you must tell me!
Your flight from prison and your fall to death,
Was it hubris or infantile curiosity?
No, It wasn’t hubris, nor disobedience or curiosity
My prison cell, the labyrinth, was cold
Hence, sunlight consumed my sleep and wake
Unbeknownst to me was my fall.
Aditi Kashyap
Apeejay College of Fine Arts (ACFA), Jalandhar