Devika Frost

When I was young, I knew how to fly
not knowing how to land, decided not to try
Now I can land, but forgot how to fly

The above poem (or what is it?) is by Devika. I've promised that I'll write about her. But looks like it will take some more time. Meanwhile, check out this poem. Isn't it amazing? She swore that it wasn't plagiarised. I ain't sure yet.

Nevertheless, I think it's very philosophical, nostalgic, deja vu, or whatever you want to call it. Personally when I read it, I kind of get a feeling that something is staring at me quite hard with an accusing look.