When the time comes
To fly alone
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Wings start severing
Not looking at the road
But with the thought
To fly alone
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Vision becomes unclear
Not due to lack of it
But with the thought
To fly alone
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Tears oozes out from eyes
Not for the upcoming success
But for the persons
Left behind, As have to
Fly alone alone and alone.
Tadasha Tripathy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-fly-alone/
