Tanvi J Shah
Flying high, up above, from down beneath I see them soar,
A pinch of pain, a broken heart,
My wings are clipped, I want to fly.
It is not anger, it is the pain,
Not of others, but the wings in vain.
Tears have stopped, but my heart it aches,
A wishful thought is all it takes.
The pain is such, it makes you strive,
It makes you dream and want to fly,