The best thing you could do
Was to let me be.
I was wrong. The best thing you did was to set me free
Free from a cage
A cage I happened to believe
Was a shelter
Free into the clouds of monsoon
The monsoon I was afraid
Could leave my wings Helter-Skelter
Being grown into this "shelter",
This was my first storm.
I think I was scared,
Scared of not staying warm
"Get inside or find a shelter"
The others chirped.
"Well, not anymore. Now, I want to fly"
I twirped.
Took a deep breath and spread my wings
Instead of tearing through the clouds,
I hit the trees of the springs.
Oops! That hurt!
No worry, I am starting to learn.
Slowly, learning to learn
Maybe because I have to, this is where I belong,
For the first time, this is where I am not wrong.
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