The one who used to fly 

Beyond the sky, Above the cloud 

Now for her, moving out of the nest

is no more allowed.

Once she had the fastest reflex 

Now her nerves aren't replying

To grab a prey 

Her claws are denying.

To see herself flying again 

She can go to any length

She chooses a torturing rebirth

Over an easy death.

She plucks her beak out

by knocking it against the stone

Being drenched in blood and pain

She waits for a new one.

With that new beak 

She plucks out her talon

She repeats the cycle of pain

Being all alone.

After doing the same with old feathers 

She gets her new wings

In the battle of life and death 

She wins.

- Monalisa Priyadarsini