This story is about a dark
night ,Which made that boy’s dream bright.
The boy was too broke to drive ,
He pressed the brake to survive ,
And started walking on footpath
For being alive.
He wanted to spend time with his pain ,
His life was broke and out of lane
It was Autumn and he was waiting for rain.
It was almost 3:30 in the night ,
When the pain was at the height ,
He saw a kid murmuring under the street light.
His booze was knocked by the reality ,
At first he felt a bit pity ,
About the broken dreams of this city.
He tried not to have a eye contact with the kid,
But some how he did,
The air pulled him towards the blank space beside the kid .
He asked ‘why are you studying under this pole’?
The rest of story was told by the poor kid’s soul.
“If a black can rule all the whites,
If a human can climb the biggest heights,
If a school failed can invent lights,
If a cricketing legend still plays after cancer,
If a single leg man can out class great dancer,
If a man can’t get up from chair but knows every answer,
If Steve jobs was once an adopted child,
Why can’t I dream big ,he smiled.”
The boy was shocked but he asked in mild
‘you believe in dreams living in so wild’ ?
‘I have faith, I keep breathing and I remain calm
I know my future is not etched in my palm.
Because all I got is this life to live and believe.’