Release me and let me fly

I cried out my dreams when I was young

I had no worries where it’s going to end

I used to hug my mom and tell her that

I will surely kiss her in my graduation hat.

The aspirations were high and the energy to wait

I was ready to write my own fate

I wanted to write the world’s beauty with my hands

Becoming a writer was my future plan

Used to read and write all stuff I felt

Be it my future or the situations I dealt

My friends used to read and hit like

I considered it a victory of my own type

Started growing up and living up my passion

But passion is never enough for sufficient ration

The creative hands were now typing the resume

It was my need, or my family’s whatever you presume

I thought the world was quite facile

But corporate is never happy or juvenile

Wanted to earn money though corporate

Never know being fake was its trait

The hands which were paused to think

Were given a keyboard instead of ink

I was told to work fast because there is no space for slow

Fake smiles, relations and concern make you grow

I still gathered all my hard work to satisfy them

I abandoned my writing and made endless attempts

I was trying to be the part of the hard workers row

I was called and told that I was very slow

I gave a break to my passion at one instance

But giving them all I had made no sense

I was broken and questioned my conscience

My confidence was shattered at every expense

My will cried out loud and was begging to be free

It doesn’t wanted to be leaf of this corporate tree

Where people are never judged on what they are

But on the flattery they have done so far

It might me the way things work here

But all I expected is a little care

For my hard work and sacrifice

Never saying “no” and being wise

Now I m going to open my wings and fly

I won’t lament for my past and cry

Because corporate made me learn

Every time reward is not what you earn

I will throw the keyboard and hold the pen again

Abandoning all my monetary gains

I will write the every emotion of this human life