Dreams..

When they birthed in my heart
They were lifeless, fresh and stagnant
Warmth of my bosom gave them life
Whispers of my lips gave them strength

They can stand, they can move and breathe
But they preferred my heart,
Enjoyed the coziness, unwilling to face the world..
I cried and I cried when I realized that
They were my dreams…without wings…sobbing…

But when I opened my cage of heart
They flew away like birds…
They were waiting for ages..
To be freed and touch new horizons
Wondering how they could fly so high…
When I saw an eagle carrying them on its wings.

Comments

let them fly as high as they can..

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