Hubris Poem by Dr Vidya Hariharan
Hubris
The freedom to fly is not ours yet,
Wings sprouting from underarms
Levitating us through the sky
Soaring over the clouds
Touching the heavens above.
Arrayed in rows we sit in tubes
Rising through the air and think
We are birds free to fly
Where and when we like.
Such is our pride, our hubris,
In our arrogance we destroy
The fundamental elements
we cannot birth:
Air, water and the earth!
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