So ferocious is the urge to tear apart and to fly
Clutched in the morbid mind I can’t see the sky
Why this happened, why I am impatient
I detained it in me for just too long
Because I thought it would make me strong
But in me he burns with the rage
Go by the moral said the old sage
Morals are what we look from a story
But some stories don’t even have a story
Life is one such story.
