The Fourth Wing

Flutter, flutter, o flutter bee;

Flutter with the might of your wing.

None but you could rise above

The dogma of grounded living.

None but you could see the land

Surfaced with flightless fraternity.

Flutter with pride with wings apart

For you unveiled the possibility

To touch, and embellish the sky

With your strength surpassing infinity.

The limit of your action

Is limited by your mind

And the limit of your mind

Is what you decide.

You cared not

Of your waning wing.

Nay did thee fret

The mortal falling.

Your inner force has always curbed

The risk of failing.

Flutter up high

For the world to fathom

Your might and mind and realize

What they too could become.

You have put in every drop

Of sweat, blood and life.

The generations to come

Shall remember your strife.

Break open the sky

And touch the heaven

For the world to cherish

The Nectar you ken.

Flutter, flutter o flutter bee

With tenacity as your fourth pinion.

The poem is inspired by a butterfly that flew from flower to flower, despite losing a hind wing. Figuratively, the butterfly turned its will to survive into its fourth wing. People are similar to butterfly and all they need to fly is this fourth wing of self-confidence. This butterfly flew because it didn’t fear the fall. Similarly, the ability to tackle failure is what differentiates successful people from the crowd. These are the people who change the world: who fly.