Mountain to
Go in vain.
Birds in the
Valley think..
Wings are
Such a shame.
Where,
Breaths are
Traded to
Outlive a gain.
For an
Outcome unsure,
A given try
Can attract
Blame.
Talk outright
You'll be
Called names.
Be silent,
They'll think
You're lame.
Where it does
Rain without
The harvest
Of brain.
A good season
Is just a dump
Down the drain.
Dreams need
Nursing even
When you fail.
Pack your bags
And leave
The place.
As long as you
Keep flying..
It doesn't matter
From where
You came.
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