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How do I fly mother?

These whispering leaves always beckon me to soar my wings,

Deepening in the clouds and thriving into its might.

Do you care if I take a flight?

And dive into my dreams tonight.

Do you care if this dream comes true?

And believe in me when I say that it was all that I want.

I do want to fly out of this bright window.

It gives me hope to see those tales you told me as a kid.

Remember that I always hopped out of the room,

Like a silence and you caught me climbing up the tree.

So, today when I see the wind call my name,

I want to go.

Not farther from you, but closer to my dreams,

that you knit in my mind, like the harmony of breezy chimes.

So I soar and I fly, even though you are worried tonight.

For, it was always my love for the whiteness in clouds that made me cry.

Cry for a brighter white and smile for a deeper blue of the sky.

So come mother, make me your tale that you’d narrate to yourself.

As the mother of the fierce flying girl, only nurtured in your lap.

Mariyam Raza Haider

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A journalist by training, Mariyam Haider is a writer and performance poet in Singapore.
She is the researcher of the book The Billionaire Raj: A Journey Through India’s New Gilded Age written by James Crabtree.
Her writing has appeared in Hindustan Times, Livemint, Feminism In India, New Asian Writing and Kitaab.

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