I'm no bird that
Can soar high,
With flap of
Wings.
I'm no animal
To survive the
Wild and breath
Free.
I'm no mantis
To disguise my
Prayer and
Find my game.
And I'm no microbe
To to grow my
Appendage at
Will.
I'm just a human
With aspirations.
Myriad dreams
To fullfill.
They said, I can't fly.
To prove them wrong,
Stretched my hands.
A wish for wings
To go wrong..
God offered me a
Quill instead of
A fancy frill.
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