The Ferrous Spines

It was darkness, he stood all unaccompanied.

He hoped to see rays of light.

But he heard the direction of dictatorship.

He wanted to see chains that rescue.

But he witnessed the power of the ghoul.

One side there was a battle against evil.

On the other side, there was the scream of the mass.

With luxury propelling few, the future got buried with selfishness.

He worked arduously, He invested where others dragged him towards white.

He framed the struts and laid the foundation of his dream.

Like the cells replicate, he remained the mother for many, by being the matchstick to evade darkness.

As all dreams collapse with time, his dream also collapsed.

It got collapsed out of politics.

It got collapsed with illiterates.

It got collapsed with partnerships.

It got collapsed with betrayals.

He rebuilt the world of inception with his leadership. 

He gives the wings to fire.

He lives as a legend, inspiring and nourishing the twigs of entrepreneurs with humbleness.

Dreams don't end with public speech.

Dreams don't crumble with personal situations.

Dreams are not the one that comes in your sleep, it's one which doesn't let you sleep.

Dreams evolve without limitation or relations.

The precious dreamers are selfless and don't have an expectation, especially when

Patriotism propels and looks to nurture the same without the need of blood relations.

In a world of artificial intelligence, artificial emotions, it's rare to be the ferrous spines.