I need education,
Neither literacy
Nor degree.
I want to fly
But not
Within the sky.
I want to take rest
But not in words
Or in the fire.
I want to go
With the air.
I want to talk
But with whom
I know not.
Dew, grass, dust,
All are my teachers.
I want to take food
But for what
I know not.
Ears, eyes, hands, legs,
Are in proper form,
And I want to take them
With me for others.
The street is there,
Birds are there,
And I want the wings,
I want to learn swimming.
I want to see life
In the evening and
Also in the morning.
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