Sad Little Penguin

She had a reason to fly,
Feeble and fragile, she doesn’t mind,
It’s her life and caste that changed her view,
She’s been used and abused,
By her siblings in the countryside.

Sad little penguin,
She had a reason to fly,
Wobbling up the hill,
Spreading wide her wings,
Off she goes like a bird in flight,
Her leap was indeed high,
Her soul denied,
In death, she smiled,
But her soul, denied.
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