Like the snails
on the dodgy road
trying to cross
every moment
myriads of dreams
are crushed
under the lorry
with heavy load.
Not a single hand
though, many a thousand
wish them the best
whom they think
can trust
ever caress their failure
wipe out their tear.
Their scary cry
vanish in the distant sky
as if, they are born
to the road
they can not fly.
Their scary cry vanish in distant sky.Most nicely composed poem
Their scary cry vanish in the distant sky as if, they are born to the road they can not fly. - - - - -W e have many dreams, but all dreams can not be realized.We cry silently for those dreams. A lovely poem about our unfulfilled desires.
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Their scary cry vanish in distant sky.Most nicely composed poem Shared.