I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
It’s a silent staring match between आप and her
The quiet air above आप is whispering आप words
Words आप choose to ignore, words glaring at you,
Gnawing at आप from the very tip of her eyes
But आप won’t let down, no matter how much
She isn’t saying, no matter how much she can’t say
Because you’re in power, आप brought her here
आप yell, and she shrinks back, but in fear?
No, she’s waiting for her chips to add up
As life’s a poker game, the highs are all that won
She knows this; you’re the one who taught her
‘Lay low until आप gain the सिंहासन
To strike back at those who thought
The same as Arrogance himself;
That you, gullible and pathetic, were theirs alone’
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The quiet air above आप is whispering आप words
Words आप choose to ignore, words glaring at you,
Gnawing at आप from the very tip of her eyes
But आप won’t let down, no matter how much
She isn’t saying, no matter how much she can’t say
Because you’re in power, आप brought her here
आप yell, and she shrinks back, but in fear?
No, she’s waiting for her chips to add up
As life’s a poker game, the highs are all that won
She knows this; you’re the one who taught her
‘Lay low until आप gain the सिंहासन
To strike back at those who thought
The same as Arrogance himself;
That you, gullible and pathetic, were theirs alone’
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Please tell me what आप think, criticizm is welcome.
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