THE I-M-POSSIBLE DREAM
On an early morning flight, he came out bright
As the sun beamed his eyes gleamed
All he wanted was a stream to fly high.
A Dream that no one knew
He fought to make it new
Alas, he fell on Earth like dew.
Wilting, trembling like a sapling
He shredded, clinging, dreaming
Was this the ending?
With his cry, hues left the sky
The smiling clouds took a stand by.
Dark clouds nigh
The winds roared, the trees flowed
The rain was huge, everyone took refuge
When the rage pacified, a flush took a ride.
The sun shone, the flowers bloomed
The time was here to come out of gloom.
Tears dried, feathers were bright
With a pearl to the right, he sighed.
Strength restored, he took a strode
Went up high to the sky
Eyes sparkled; all he knew was to fly.
Skies to conquer, world to explore
This is his dream to fly more and more,
That sun may forget his glitter ahead his ‘briller'.
Once Bruce said TRY AND TRY AGAIN You have now picked up the strain let come rain storm or tsunami you are a poet awami try and give hope to all you come across few gals r found like you I have gone the world across You have the makings of a baker of POETRY you will do well indeed make lovely poetry pastry all r in need
wow.. Thank you so much for your wonderful lines. In process of writing more, keep admiring, motivating and inspiring :)
Indeed sir, that is why I chose the title which says I am possible :)
Hi Ritika, Lovely poem. I remember a story I had read a kitty child, possibly in Readers Digest- the name was Jonathan Livingstone Sea gull, or something like that. It is about how the little bird learns to fly. How his mother encourages him on his first flight. Your poem reminds me of the story of Robert Bruce as well... Persevearance is the road to success.
Hidden treasure is exposed now. Wow Ritika,an excellent poetess.keep it up.God bless you.
Its all your blessings ma'am...I am happy to receive an appreciation from you. Thank you so much for reading
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i have referred the bird as 'HE'. Moreover i feel somewhere its a story of all.Its all about dreams hope and never ending journey to heights..... thank u for your explanation of your poem. thank u again. he sighed. Strength restored, he took a strode Went up high to the sky Eyes sparkled; all he knew was to fly. Skies to conquer......... let your conquering spirit soar inspite of storm and rain and darknights.......... tha nku for your determination dear poetess. tony