The wings that help me to fly, <br />Above trees, river and the wall, <br />Soaring like an eagle in the sky, <br />Look very little now they all. <br /> <br />Catch me not to cut my wings, <br />They are my life, I die for them, <br />I pray earnestly like a caged bird sings, <br />Or breeze will bring a bad news to them. <br /> <br />No quarrel and boundary of the land, <br />Cast, region, language or race, <br />Is obstacle in my way to my goal and, <br />Sitting by her to unveil her face.<br /><br />Mohammad Muzzammil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wings-of-love-8/
