I thought i have wings,
that can fly to fulfill my happiness,
but didn't know i will crack,
landing into giddiness.
I said i want to sing,
they ignored at their best,
my first wing stabbed,
leaving second one depressed.
I said I want to dance,
and saw there lips twitched,
it was regarded as a baloney,
leaving my wing ripped.
I said i want to act,
which ended up in a joke,
I still cry for this,
whenever I am poked.
The time now said enough,
i finally chose to write,
my ink was disappeared,
leaving the sheets of white.
dreaming something is basic,
this much should me allowed,
so let your daughters free,
before she fly to loss.
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