In the world of competition,
In the world of rivalries,
I want you to fly,
To fly with your yellow wings...
Do I irritate you my child?
Don't get upset with it,
Though, I have seen a mine of gold and silver in you...
Do I annoy you with boring lectures?
Don't worry,
It will take you to the infinity of knowledge...
I rise,
I rise,
Still I rise,
Each moment,
Each day,
To wear your wings,
Your yellow wings,
With your smiles and laughs...
Make a history,
Make a mark,
To be remembered,
Remembered for years and years...
My Angels...
@ Ami J
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