So Low

I sit so low and dream so high,
Being a human, I want wings to fly!
I wish to climb high and reach so far,
My aim is the sun and goal is the star.

I know I've planned a lot for me,
But will my destiny give whatever I've thought for free?
Somewhere inside me I feel I'll fall deep,
And I'll sink in those tears eventually produced when I'd weep.

This world has lots of pain to give,
It can make anyone solitary and olive.
But it also has hope that makes life livable,
And 'love' that adorns every individual.

Regret, I'm not among that ‘every’.
I've only felt hatred and tasted slurry.
I've never spoke kisses or heard any laughter,
I've mostly seen blood running all over after the slaughter.

In the absence of hope and love, my dreams have no meaning.
I’m so alone with no one who could interpret my feelings.
Dreams are made up of faith and trust,
And love which provides the final thrust.

No love has separated me from my aspirations,
It has punctured me on every occasion.
My dreams are mine alone,
I’ve no one for an aid; my all remaining hopes are blown!

That’s why I cannot dream high,
I can merely watch other birds fly.
The sun and the stars are my desires which glow,
Wish! I could achieve them, sitting so low.