Every man is Icarus (Sonnet)
by Priyaa Trippayar Sahasranaman
(Based on the story of Icarus and Dedalus)
In the realm of emulation, the sun is his only gaze;
His myopic eyes ever surmise the fare to bliss.
The purlieus mirth is hazy, the sky he longs to embrace;
Wings he wishes to annex, and dive into deep abyss.
So he summons his sire, to build for him lofty wings;
“Mustn’t thou fly too far, for the reality is the ground;
“Shimmering beauty alike mirage,” the sire sings,
“Farther thou go, thou becometh less sound.”
The winged tellurian heeds the beacon;
Yet the higher he soars, the sun looks brighter;
As temptations mount, his oath does weaken;
As he delves into the firmament, his wings grow lighter.
Soon the sun only scorches, the old luster it lacks;
He falls to the ground as his dissolved wings were of wax.