Wings….

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Every morning ….i just don’t wake up ,
i fly .

when the glimmering light trikes my window pane,
my wings dearth of sleep !!!!!!

but its too late too cry ,
as i wanna fly high ……

Every nite ,i dream of breaking barriers and reaching high …..
but in my dreams ,my wings are maimed every night ….

i cry , i yell ,i shout …..
but no one hears my silence and my wings are buried alive ……

but it fails to bury my obstination ..,
and the next morning …i again
“FLY”.

This poem was written/submitted by ammar shaikh .

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