I am not the one
who stands on the grave of her dreams,
Blames her imprecated fate and screams.
I am a bird who is not meant to be caged.
Rather, I am meant
To fly the most inconceivable heights,
To create a new language of artistic flights.
So, you poor prison walls,
Stop living in this myth that you imprisoned my spirits.
You are not strong enough to do that.
Just wait for the day
which is on its way
when i'll fly the flight of my freedom.
And you'll just admire from ground
the most historic flight of my wings.
Don't doubt this
Coz i've weaved my own destiny.......
It will happen.
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