Who wants to fly high with open wings?
Abandon this land of filthy rich kings?
Begs for her chance to be atleast born
Live her life without her clothes being torn;
The will to succeed is frowned upon
Yet the fear to stop is now long gone;
By her side was often none at all
Raising her voice created no brawl;
As she put her dancing shoes on
One complained a line was to be drawn;
This so called line-created who?
Why is her sky tinted red and not blue?
Ironic isnt it?-no one questions that!
Yet they’ll never call themselves a diplomat;
Today you say she has no voice,
Tomorrow you’ll turn deaf with the same noise
Don’t you beg for mercy when in hiding
Beware you soceity- she has started gliding!