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CLIPPED WINGS!

Oh, Bird! You commenced your job even from within the shell!

You could peck a hole to get yourself out wantonly;

But then, I felt ashamed when I was told after many a years

That I was passively lying upside down in womb, like any other fetus.

Nothing new!  But I feel the pinch when I think of,

My inadequate strength to get out of it on my own.

As you emerged out of your tiny shell,

You could see the light, and look at life!

But then, my forcible ejection into the world,

Made me a dependent as my eyes were totally shut!

You could see and walk and peck your food; but

I was fed and told that the light was too much for me!

As you were free, you could do anything you liked;

You could freely flap your tiny wings and fly a bit!

But I, the poor weakling, needed the nursing of Mom & Co.

As you had the free choice, you could stretch your wings into the land of freedom!

But, I was cuddled and cradled with love and care, but not the free choice!

Oh! You were a free bird, whereas, I was a hand-child! And so;

Now, when you run, I’m just able to crawl; and when you fly, I’m just able to stand;

When you can go anywhere on your own, I’ve to wait for others to decide on me!

Oh! You have grown up fast and learned the world!

But, I am yet to be on my own even now!

I know, I am flightless, as my wings have been clipped!

Unless I learn to be on my own, I wouldn’t fly!

Let me break off these shackles and soar high into the sky to be in my world!