We are all made of dreams
We all want to touch the sky
And find our ‘why’
But we have our excuses
For one, the sky is too high
Or the laws of nature are a complete lie.
While I was busy feeding myself
These sugar-coated lies
The girl sitting by the window
Daydreaming in her wheelchair
Grabbed a piece of paper
And wrote about her dreams
She folded it in an airplane
And flew it out of the window
And that’s when I saw her touch the sky.
An ardent believer in that a good poem isn’t one that comes from, but through you, Pravin enjoys writing short but meaningful poetry. Write to him at pravinkumar2788@gmail.com to know more about him.