You Taught Me To Fly With Wings

I was a sick bird that could not fly.

you taught me to fly with wings.

Was, a thirsty barren desert; you

filled me with water.

I was, under a big tree, a bush ashamed; you

taught me to live with my head held high.

I was homeless, restless; you gave me

shelter in your heart. I was like an

ignorant child; you gave me

understanding capabilities.

I was the blank page of the diary; you wrote in it

and then completed it.

The God I have never seen, whose place was

empty in my mind; you are the only one

who has occupied that place.