Giving Wings To Dreams

Oh! Little lamb Where have you strayed ? You don't know unknowingly you have ended up into the circle of darkness. Were you enticed by some mirage or it was verdure that had forced you to cross your bounds? Innocent sheep's vulnerable baby your delicate ,cute lamb skin for hyenas and hounds in ambush is no less than a delicacy. If by chance you dodge and from them you survive , there is that supreme horrible animal on two legs, whose brain walks faster than his feet. For whom your shiny fur, your delicate skin is the best leather for designer bags and wallets, In case you are rejected by his dining plate. How unwise you have been in not displaying esteem by giving a gentle ear to the prudent herd leaders who were around you to guide and cheer? Why did you enter into the circle of darkness? Rulers of darkness the predators have no praise for your soft heart, elegance and grace. How could you leave your gregariousness? Your meek bleat is too feeble to pierce this circle of darkne...

On surfaces friendly faces, Full of envy replete with evil jealousy. When they fail to follow your trail Thousands of flaws and faults in your work they trace. The poet wants to scream," l am not a part of your rat race." "You can't do this, you can't do that" This is what they would publically yell. The higher your flight the more they fright. At any cost stooping down to mean levels They intend to erase your being by clipping your wings and crippling your soul. For them you and your back breaking ventures turn out to be stumbling blocks, Which by hook or by crook they intend to crush and pierce, Using their biting tongues The moment your back is turned towards the flock. Your spirits are being crushed, Your confidence is being shaken, Your creativity is being murdered, Your heart is being broken. Mostly by those whom you trust the most. Beware, by chance if you stand for yourself and Give voice to your bleeding soul. You will for sure be blamed by them and...