Everything is black and white, dreams are black and white
Every new step is destined one, losing one
Like everyone knows about my next move, no different move
Prediction, or superstition?
Wings are not working, now feels they are never working
When they work failing to fly long way, reaching half way
Atleast it's reaching to the half way, till now no better way
Every path is disappointing with it's disappointing story, sad story.
When life is colourless dreams are colourless, then we are left with less
Less attracts more less, less after less
But life is a challenge, sometimes really a dull challenge
Face it, win it.
You have to learn to fly, so high
You deserve to reach so high, then high
What you deserve is calling you, you know it's you
Empty bird, birth of colourless bird.
"This is my original and opinionated work".
(Pictures are edited and used from the Canva application).
Thanks and regards,
Chiranjeevi Sarikonda
(Spread Love, Spread Kindness)
Stay Blessed
