Soliloquy

With its broken crown, the flag was well down
So finally with a frown, long after leaving town
It stood shivering in the winter mist
After fatally missing destiny’s tryst,

Subjugated to fright in the lonely winter night
It pitied its plight, sensing the cold it had to fight
Terrorised with a fear unspoken
Fearing that its spirit had broken,

It rose to its full height, going with all its might
The wind was slight but the flag couldn’t quite
Climb upto where its heart willed
Looking for a view of what it’d built,

A sudden flash of light sparkled in the dark night
Told the flag it’s not right to give up in the fight
It could dig a grave and rest in it
Or fly and fulfill its destiny.