I have a hope
To rise and shine
To go divine
I know I can
I feel I can
But I am here
In cry and pain
Because I am in a cage
Of fear and the place
Where I live
I see the world
Which travels up to the moon
But I am here waiting for a boon
I wish to become the one Titled
Just give me a chance
Let me fly
Let me dance
I don't know why they tight me
In the ropes of their rituals
I want to be the star
I want to be intellectual
I wish to get titled
Let me go for it
For which I am
meant to be
Just give me a chance
I beg for it
Let me go there
Where I fit
Let me
Before it's too late
Before I die
Yes...I wrote it for myself and it's my story but it's a story of people like me too who live in a small city of India...India is a developing country but still developing but still developing in some big areas ...not like ours...it's developing here but until an extent...and development is very slow in front of rituals or misconceptions or a famous dialogue of our city "What society will think?"...I wish people like me have a chanceto live to prove themselves...I am unable to say more
