A tryst with destiny

A little sparrow,
solitary,
absolutely alone,
in the unending sky,
flying on and on,
in search,
of his tryst with destiny,
chasing a dream.
A sapling of hope,
had germinated in his breast.
But,
he got,
only,
dejection!
Dejection, born of failure...
But, even after those rude shocks of life,
persisting,
in the hope of achieving,
flying,
towards the faraway horizon,
into nothingness,
towards endless infinity,
in the limitless sky.
To conquer an undefined aim,
unrelenting,
not losing hope..

Rachit

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