We too want to fly
high and high
above the sky.
How the wings flutter
in the air,
we want to know,
the clouds like snow,
how arrange their show!
We all must know.
We the women,
wish to gain,
freedom as rain,
sometimes in sea,
often in the sky,
as series of cloud.
Our will flying high
above the sky,
to get its goal must fly!
If we come back after
being winged from our
flights, we are tamed as
the golden eagle,
yet desired to be in chain,
Why don't we get winged?
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