It was not defined rather weedy
it was not refined rather inept…..
as i crossed the offspring of my life
the obscured feeling started getting pride…..
i ended up making castles in the air,and
the day dreaming saw its height….
slowly and gently,it sprouted to the verge,and
the weedy thought became my urge…..
it captured my soul,my spirit,my mind and
now it ended becoming my life….
i knew my dream will not get its height
if the struggle does not go side by side….
blamed for ditching the routine of the crowd