I bought a tent and ropes
as per my plan of a massive trek
to mountains never seen by eyes.
A great adventure that would turn my luck.
Announced in news papers with glitter,
and shouted from top of tiled roofs.
“Planned for a grand adventure mates
soon my time will come to soar from this litter.”
Practiced at day and dreamt at nights
of hills that would be at my feet soon,
while I dance a little with twinkling stars
and sing to my heart’s content of dreams won.
Alas! fate dealt a cruel silly hand
and I fell from the castle of clouds
into the dusty dungeons of reality morbid
with my leg broken in a simple fall from stairs.
Doctors pronounced me sour and cripple,
can never run nor walk in future.
People mocked at my once daring dreams
while I cursed life vehemently all nights.
One day I saw a kitten licking wounds
from a misjudged fall from a tree top.
I cried with her and looked at stars
“Why so unfair lord and make us mop?”
In few minutes , kitten trudged lightly
into the woods in search of food.
I didn’t hear her weeping nor blaming highly
instead she picked herself for her greater good.
I laughed like a mad man in fever
for truth had shone into my misty mind.
Best laid plans might be broken asunder,
still free your feet from failure and run wild.