With a vision to rise with these wings of aspirations and dreams,
Have I somewhere left that comfort by the window pane,
Beautiful as it was, the warmth under the cool blue sky,
Now rising high in the sky is a flightless bird.`
The winds have changed its course,
I chase after it,
Painfully as blurred it gets, I breathe in and out.
All I dwell on are words that I don’t see and they can’t feel.
This flightless bird, oh! How high!
As the ground loses its gravity,
The bird flaps her wings,
Darkness covers up the sun soaked day,
She rises higher—than ever before,
Flightless was something she could never be!
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