Pointing at the mountain,
Far away from footsteps,
Growing like birds,
So we could fly.

Going for humanity,
Picking up the orphans,
So the ground should dry
Off the tears they shed.

Placing pens in their hands,
Exercises on their labs,
Let them write the stories,
So the world could read.

𝐌𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐀𝐇