Hope
A house of dreams I built one day A house in which my days were rapturous and jovial But good things always face the tornado, they say that should not fall out on me, I used to pray But fate that something else in store Something in it's not so good form Eroded my home with a great storm I began losing hope I began thinking about my tattered dreams For my dreams were all lying here and there With heavy tears in my eyes, fear and doubts in my mind I began collecting the dreams With a hope and determination to build the house again Small, Beautiful and Strong yet large enough for me to store my happiness along with others I start ..with the same foundation as earlier.. with crutches I'd never used before