The Story of a Child ..

It was my dream to make my dream true what I dreamt about.        But the parents and the bloody society didn't let me make my dream come true. On that day I only died but my heart was beating I was eating, listening, sleeping, laughing but my dream was dead in my soul and body.

As day by day we are growing we are falling In our lives because our dreams get crushed by the Devil's of our own.