Dream Poem by Neptune Barman

Born on the countryside, where few dare to dream

The life there is same with each sunrise and set

Am not lucky enough to enjoy the pleasant breeze of the world

Each day through my window I see the challenges from the world

The Knocks on the door enough to frighten infant to old

The dreams that arises gets captured behind the door from the world

But sooner or later the one will born to open the door

To realize all to not be blamed if born poor

But to be blamed if they die being poor

The fear to struggle and weakness has submerged the infant dreams

But life is an opportunity to dream and live the life we wish

Dream never ask for the wealth or birthplace

But the doors must be opened to walk through it

That we gazed so long through the window

Being son of a farmer, I dream like the son of king

I know the path to it will never be easy

But the hilltop looks too as a heaven with devils path

But the path is what gives meaning to our life

And we will no more be dreaming our life instead live our dream