The Destiny.

Who gave me the umbrella like wings That easily damaged Who planned my survival In unequal terms of life journey Here in nights I am destined to fly Just to find a drop of natural honey Or fruit to my own existence How the wonderful life we experience Destined to downward poses in trees Where the heights to be managed For our own survival in this large world The good peepul tree gives the asylum The destiny made us to live in this world The little one cries for breast milk The journey is only to survive Where our life is threatened in several ways Bats we are the suspected lot.