Failure
In the quest of a dream
Night and day in the race
Once found
Snatched it as though a star
Watered it from my care
Till in reality, it sprouts its grace
I walked life holding it on my back
Cradled it to grow
summers, fall
Winter nights
With the coming of Spring
Fully raised and reared,
At the cross of roads,
It sent its grimace and flee
Chose to bloom
In someone’s else yard.
S.C.P.B
So-called Poetry of Biba 