In the Shadow of Giants

In a city where the skyline kisses the sky,
Where concrete titans loom, both proud and high,
A child wanders through the bustling streets,
With eyes wide open, where the ground and sky meet.

The giants stand tall, their shadows cast wide,
A forest of steel where dreams and hopes reside,
Each window a story, each floor a new chance,
Inviting the dreamers to join in the dance.

He walks on the pavement, so cool and so gray,
Yet beneath the shadows, he yearns to play,
With a heart full of wonder, he reaches to touch,
The heights of ambition that beckon so much.

The whispers of giants, they call out his name,
In the echoes of glass, he ignites his own flame,
“What could I become?” he ponders with glee,
A painter, a pilot, a master at sea.

Each towering spire tells tales of the past,
Of dreamers who dared and held on steadfast,
He imagines their laughter, their struggles, their fears,
And in that grand shadow, he conquers his tears.

For though he feels small in this city of stone,
In the heart of a child, the seeds of dreams are sown,
He gazes at heights that seem far out of reach,
But with each step he takes, he learns from the street.

The world may be vast, and the giants may stand,
Yet in his young spirit, he takes a bold stand,
For giants were once just as small as he feels,
With dreams in their hearts and a hunger that heals.

“Someday,” he whispers, with hope in his eyes,
“I’ll reach for the heavens, I’ll conquer the skies,”
In the shadow of giants, he finds his own light,
A spark in the darkness, a dream taking flight.

With every skyscraper, a vision is born,
Of a world filled with wonders, where hope is reborn,
And though he may feel like a speck in the night,
In the shadow of giants, he learns to take flight.

So he dances with dreams, he embraces the call,
For in the grand scheme, we are all standing tall,
In a city of giants, where shadows may loom,
A child finds his courage, and lets his dreams bloom.

- Khushi Kaul