Soaring high in the sky,
But still entangled in many why.
Walking fast on the ground,
What is that making you bound?
Hiding under the black night,
But heart whispers to fly a kite.
Sweating under the burning sun,
Station is pretty,don't shun.
Making castles out of clouds,
Floating heart and cheering loud.
Seeing fire in the eyes,
Either burn up or remain alive.
Words appear to hold a vision,
Actually they are held in prison.
Wanna taste slice of life,
Why am I made of ice?
Let the stone hit hard,
So that it give birth to nard.
Entangled in the needs and wants,
What else can do a feeble ant.
No one is there to inhale aroma,
Coz everyone is in its coma.
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