Endless Dreams Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

Drop, drop, drop falls the moments
And vanishes into thin air
The vessel of time slowly empties out

That vessel remains all the while
At the edge of consciousness
And yet, sleep caresses with its gentle hands

Lulls us to let go of the tight hold we have
On our thoughts and actions
And propels us to the land of dreams

And we dream as if,
We have all the time in the world
For their fulfilment

We dream of achieving great things
Of changing the world
Changing ourselves

Making a name for us
Creating lasting memories
To be cherished after we are gone

Changing social norms
Changing peoples' attitudes
Banishing all ills and sufferings

Wiping out all differences
Among rich and poor
Among strong and weak

Setting up Utopia
With a kind, benevolent
Uncrowned king

Drop, drop, drop falls the moments
Emptying out the vessel of time
That little vessel of time allotted to each of us

By design or providence, nobody knows
And yet we continue to dream
Awake or in the arms of sleep