Dream

Many years ago, on a windy dark night I found a tiny dream sleeping outside It had smallest wings I had ever seen and petite blue eyes to wink I brought it home the next moment, kept it in one corner of my heart I fed it love, care and also every single drop of hope. It played inside me, making me giggle and anxious. Its soft cotton like feathers, made me more eager and scare I had been waiting for this dream to get old enough to fly Its wings in the fresh air to open and survive Today when I was awake I saw it on the window It had really made its mind up, to race with the wind, to face the world. I had faith in my dream, I knew it will reach the sky. I had dreamt long till now and now it is its time to fly.