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In this phase of life,
I'm not a soaring eagle anymore.
All I'm is a cowardly pigeon-

The one which can't fly high,
The one which can't storm into tornadoes,
The one which has no goal.
Yes, I'm that pigeon.

But,

This is what helps me survive,
This is what keeps me alive,
This is what makes me wise,
That is how I will rise.

By flying with fear.

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