Burnt Wings

Don’t burn my wings, I want to fly

My heart was at stake, and this was my cry

While begging and crying, I cursed my fate

Gave up my hopes and thought, its late

Feathers slowly turned into cinder

In hollow heart, the darkness lingered

I wonder why, we are born wings

When wings we have are, are to trim

The wings I have are my potential

And lust to fly is so essential

Chasing sky is my desire

Will not fear the furious fire

Why chain ourselves in open cage

Why blind our eyes with smog of rage

When you can fly beyond the skies

When you can see beyond your eye

written by Mehreen Fatima

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