Wish
One day, I heard a story
Next day, I made it my story
I fly high every day,
Thinking of that beautiful day
A day which lived in my imagination
It was a rare sensation
Nothing could make it something usual
It was protective
Made me sensitive
It was all well for me and them,
Days passed,
A single statement
May be by a word
Why, how and what?
Things turned to be hard.
All the hope
Got stuck somewhere with a nope
The lost feeling was brutal
It was mortal
I realized because it never existed
I couldn't save it.
It is “wish “
which will perish
which will perish
Still it may cherish
If you wish true