Ugly Duckling Poem by Anuradha Bhattacharyya

In the fields that I cross
And the mountains that I view,
There is always a loneliness of heart.
I have gone beyond the limits of my
Brown feathers by birth
That you had decried;
I have touched the golden delight
Of my white wings.
One day I hope to conquer the fear
That my home is lost forever.
And I hope your warmth
Will return to me.
That day I will not be a swan, brothers;
I will love to be the ugly duckling.