Chasing A Dream Poem by Aman Basnet

Working hard though no result.
I am a bird pursuing it
With feathers as fragile
As paper.
i was destined to sun but yet here still stuck in scary chilly night

All souls show me the stairs,
But none reveal the thorns upon them.

Chasing it like a feather,
Yet falling like a rock.
Humankind sees the destination,
Not the path toward it,
A path covered in thorns,
Not flowers.

It was hard to bloom,
But even a Cereus takes
A year to bloom,
Only to shine for a single night.