'Birds have it'
The black board read
'I want it too'
She was ten back then...
'You can have it'
Mum had said.
Climbed classes.
Superb results in 10th
Hope was gone
It never came.
Prisoner was she
Windows made cage
Two hands, One brace
Book was it's name.
'Their nest had mates'
The poetry read..
Heart fliped floped
It was time to trade
A Facebook message
With a mere adage
A feeling so savage
Broke the cage
One to two..
Feelings grew..
Passion was sky
Wings came by..
And now...
She knows to fly.
