My dream

I have been suppressed. 

My talent has been trampled down.

I have been distracted by hurdles, obstacles and impediments.

Organs of my dream have been mutilated, 

But still, it has not dampened its unflinching spirit. 

Still, my dream has not lost its hope to germinate

Still, it is bolstering its spirit to confer a tangible shape to it

Though today my dream is succumbing, it will get a real shape one day.