The Time Flew! Poem by Hira Ahsan

O! it flew; high and high
Out of cage, out of hand
Tied tongue, humble eye
Mutely I; cry and cry

O! God; I get a wand
There I fly to magic land
Make you aware
What I demand
Make you feel,
My sob and sigh
'tis my eager wish to
fly high and high...

But, here you rule
Unruly cut my wings!
My soft glance, your scorn stings

I can fly, go bring you stars
To proudly crown....
Your vacant soul, head and heart! !