Don't built dreams of bricks,
It's just nature playing tricks.
When one brick tumbles,
All your effort fumble
Ruining your dreams to ashes,
When your pinion lashes
For the flight.
Your destiny crushes,
Increasing your pain,
Endeavouring all your might.
Then you neither see hope
Nor a guiding light.
It's just falsifying dream,
Slapping you tight.
© Zinnia Mitra
