Evening Tale
There into the distant space,
I see you still you shine.
Few clouds do try to block the rays,
And make you like a wine.
They tend to make and mould a new,
Few shapes here and there.
The wind has roles to break the dew,
With utmost love and care.
Each time they build a shape,
They're pushed another mile.
I stared in awe and endless gape,
Mixed with a cumber smile.
In all the scenes of silent tales,
I glanced a tiny soul.
Its wings are tender in the gales,
Fighting for its goal.
It flapped in fits of ceaseless try,
Untill it took a move.
In a blink I saw it fly,
And rise all above.
It won the sky amidst the waves,
And flew in utmost height.
I glanced a while through the caves,
The clouds have made so bright.
Ain't I one of such a being,
Fighting each day long.
Winds of distress come and sing,
The most relishing song.
I too flap my wings to fly,
To win this global cloud.
One day I will touch the sky,
And make you all so proud.
