He was last seen
packing his bags
ready to leave
To a world
of his dreams
No one gave him
half a chance
Believing he would
be back again
The days turned
to weeks
Months just went by
With the years behind
He was forgotten
They say when
you take your chances
And bet your life
on your dreams
Strange things happen
Out of nowhere
One after the other
ideas, people and
the opportunities arrived
The whole world changed
Around him
He had made it
Some said he had
the Midas touch
Others believed
he was just lucky
He alone knew
the power That lies
in our dreams
One last time
He wanted to
be back home
To see how the
folks were doing
The big car
the big man
Was suddenly
loved by all
He loved it too
But stood staring
at the little boy
Toiling under
the summer Sun
In the paddy fields
No dreams, no hopes
Just surviving
He could see
in the boy's eyes
His own self
of not so long ago
One day he too
toiled in the same fields
He walked up to the boy
And taught him
the power that lies
In our dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem