A Futile Dream

Strewn across by a gusty wind,
Scattered into innumerable pieces
Seemed lost among the woods,
The mynah craves for her nest
With hopes clinging to her crest,
Rising high across the stars
A dream too futile to seek
Yet with her efforts diluted,
She runs hither-tither
Picking up tiny specks,patiently
To rebuild her torn palace
A place worthy to live in
Shoving aside umpteen fears
I choose to stand aside
Yearn to burst out of the shell
To gleam, glow and glide
With tiny feathers
I fly high
Just to fall down.
Aware of my hurdles,
I continue my strife
With the rising sun,
My hopes rekindle,
My eyes sparkled
I believe, my thoughts
My dreams
No more distant
A day will come
Me and the mynah,
The helpless souls
Would stride ahead,
Among the beaming multitudes of smile
Dreaming doth,
On my grave lies,
A soul rests in peace.