When the time comes
To fly alone
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Wings start severing
Not looking at the road
But with the thought
To fly alone
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Vision becomes unclear
Not due to lack of it
But with the thought
To fly alone
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Tears oozes out from eyes
Not for the upcoming success
But for the persons
Left behind, As have to
Fly alone alone and alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem