hold firmly the dream of life of your blossom years and let it not to go far in the grif of past.
at down the radiant colours of the sun make the sky happy, but truly not made half so happy as one desired it to be.
too much heat of the sun burns the tender flowers throughout the day.
the sun, snatched away their colours and turned them into the tears of morning dews.
what can a flower do when perils make nest on its petals and make a meal or cut into pieces?
what flower does not have desire to bloom fully.
a life full of hope with colourful dreams and possibilities, may sometimes fail to spread fully.
disease, sorrow and pain may be a bar on its way.
what will life do then?
hope and light left me long days.
a fragment of dream still hidden inside.
but i will not surrender as fighting is life.
©subirmitra
S