What do you wanna be?
I was asked this question time and again,
Till my ears started hurting and words got confined
Limiting myself to the extremities the world had set,
I find myself getting lost amidst the crowd
Am I failing to discover myself or being diverted?
I finally realized my life isn’t mine
When I was told to define ‘my aim’ by others
Have you ever asked me what do I want?
Have you ever realized what wakes me up every day?
There are thousands of words unuttered,
And millions of emotions trapped.
Why does society limit my freedom?
Will I be able to fly with my wings high?
What if my wings are detached?
What if I am imprisoned behind the bars?
Will my voice be strong enough to pass the bars?
Or, will my words be unvoiced?
Will I be caught there forever?
Or, Will I break the bars?
I don’t wanna let myths be the fact,
I don’t wanna limit myself,
I ask nothing more because,
All I want is “My freedom”!!!!