I wish to fly like a bird,
So that no one could control me.
It does not matter, where I go,
Or where am I right now.
Freedom is a histrionic path,
Where the way I’m going to fly is an exuberant ledge.
I may have to travel along with the boisterous schedules,
Face the unfamiliar challenges of slicks,
Meet strange events of manifold characters,
Mix up with the ever rending climatic conditions.
But the only HOPE in front of me is the glittering TARGET,
Which I have to achieve through this journey,
And the blessings of almighty for a safer perambulation.