Souring above the sky
Fulfilling her life.
She soured above the wheat ,
She soured above the paddy.
She soured above the highlands,
She soured above the gardens .
She soured happily, feeling her hair dance,
her freedom , never left her glance .
The abstract nouns of happiness,
The feeling of joys.
She flew when she pleased .
She flew where she pleased .
Her wings gliding and slaying the air.
Her eyes twinkled with joy
And she felt like a floating buoy.

She gasped ! And woke up.
Awakened from her beautiful dream.
Stead if freedom she found herself behind the bars of concrete
What was all this beat ? She thought .
Something warm was on the floor.
Something sticky was in the ground.
Her wings lay far from her reach,
drowned in her own blood,her back was bleached.
Her hair matted with sweat and blood.
Her back bleeded , void of wings.

Then,
there was darkness.
everything was null of light .
When she realised....
She had lost her Flight!!
She had lost her flight...

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