if those dreams are so fragile

do I care
if those who I nurtured
do not any more
devote their time and attention
to take care of the dreams
that we saw together,,
if those dreams are so fragile
that they will grow in the palms
of only  those who put the manure
in the garden, tilled, tended and fenced,
 
then may be they do not deserve to grow
if they cannot grow like the
seeds of weeds, yes, the so called dry weeds
flowing around with wind
sprouting any where they like
let my dreams be strong enough to
fly, any where they wish
ignoring my desires and cries
if they cannot defy
they will never reach the sky