Elation...

Spreading the wings, it flew high,

Knowing too well, it'd not reach the end of sky.

But still, it kept flapping its wings, cropping higher,

Until its lungs burned like fire.

And then, it stopped all its movements,

Closed its eyes, rejoicing the cherished moments.

No more sorrow, no more desire,

No more grief and there’s nothing else to aspire.