What am I? What I want to be? Cannot be answered by anyone but me.
Lost in all wonders here
Which way to go, which way to come numerous passages here,
All have known the plight of their way and had set themselves to fly from here not alone
I am search of the wings to fly, want is of the wing, rest all would I will get the moment that come along.
Righteous may not be its path but am sure I would like it.
The day when I will find my wings I will soar high and will reach the places as never did,
Just I am in search of a wing that’s it.
Wings to my dream , wings to my aim , wings to my carrier , wings for me to fly , wings for me to fulfill the need.
All set would be if I find the key to my wings.
Wings may be found, though it may not be prestigious or fame,
But it will means most to me as it could make me what am I and what I want to be! .
