I’d so rather not be here
My feet are getting wet.
And the smoke from distant chimneys
Is mingling with my sweat.
I’m far from where I want to be
From homely, jungley climes.
My trunk is getting knotted
And my wings are tired of flying.
This day has thrown a googly
It’s not what I expect.
I’m big enough to crush you all
So show me some respect.
At home my ears will quite suffice
For any jobs I do.
So tell me why I need the wings
And what the wings will prove?
So…….this is an experiment
And I’m the chosen beast.
Well someone might have warned me
Of the consequence, at least.
I’m not equipped for floating
In the aviation world.
I’m more at ease with trampling
Where the sleepy snakes are curled.
Forgive me if I mention this
But India is home.
And if I have the choice
Again, I never more will roam.
I’ll always be content to stay
Where I have always been.
I’ll ditch the wings and live again
In that familiar scene.
“I’m back Nellie!”
