It Was All A Dream! Poem by Aathira Nair

It all started on a fine day,
Though I very well knew,
On yet another fine day,
It would all end.
If this was to happen,
Then why did it all have to start?
Just to cut a deep wound in my heart,
Which shall never ever heal.
Your brains work all the day,
Control every single action of yours,
But I was to wrong to think so,
Emotions and feeling can’t be controlled,
By any power, by anyone.
Once you begin to feel it,
Then never shall you be able to,
Retrieve yourself from it.
It would always remain there,
As if etched on your heart.
But dear, you have understand,
Never can we be one,
When our destinies lie apart,
At distance unbridgeable.
Let us think that it was all a dream,
And because all dreams don’t come true.
Think it as yet another dream of our,
Which was just to be seen
And not be true.