Peeked through the cracked window of VIBGYOR treehouse
nestled among the dainty dreams and their ferocious warlords
what did I see?
barren horses thirty
devoid of food and praying for mercy
crawling on the front and
painting the cracks sanguine with their hind
boulders standing proud on their path.
Struck by the misery
I close my eyes
what do I see?
I see courage and will
never to give up and fail
I see determined eyes and beauty in bleak
all in one breath.
never give up)