M. Asim Nehal
A Dream Seller - Poem by M. Asim Nehal
I sell my dreams to the lights of the day
And wait patiently to see the results.
Some returns with honors and some for fine-tuning
Nevertheless I get encouragement to pursue more.
Like bait thrown in a river or pond to catch a fish,
I let my ideas to go and hit the target.
Luck swings like pendulum
Between success and failure
And I get inspiration to see more dreams
Results are pushed to secondary
with every single step is measured correctly
And I get compensation accordingly.
In this trade, sure will gain enough experience
that will worth more than millions and
with age and maturity I will prosper
my dreams will have many offers.
I fear the day when I am out of stock
what will happen to my day and night.
Who will buy my dreams?
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