I wish I had wings & I could fly.
Dive off the edge & spread them in the sky.

To get rid-off the illusions of this earth.
Which makes me feel guilty that why I took birth.

Why all the time a person  is surrounded by sorrow?
Is there any place, from where HAPPINESS I can borrow?

I'll fly & will run far away from here.
But I am afraid of returning the same place as the world is a sphere.

Why aren't we satisfied with our lives & its prosperity?
Why can't we see our happiness & other's grief with clarity?

Let me go & let me fly away from this place.
I can't bear more pressure & I can't even run this RAT RACE....

So I'm going, just leaving this house in search of a new nest,
where I can begin my life again and will find peace & rest.

But I know this isn't possible as, throughout my life, sorrow clings.
I should give up this thought but still I WISH I HAD WINGS.