Dream of a flight -- the emerging India

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Yearning unbound


Uncoiling,
 Gently
    You set me free.
Sailing softly,
   With the nimble footed
     Breeze,
I fill my lungs
   And take a leap.
 
Fluttering askew,
   Led awry, by
     Yearning unbound.
You tug & let go
    Persuading me
Fly,
   Fly up above
     Among the clouds.
 
Tiptoeing across
   The fragile bow of rain
Soar,
   Soar higher
    Over new lands.
 
Into the blue sky
    Of infinity.
But
 Never severe,
    The umbilical
My land
                My creator
            My mother
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