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