Scattered Dreams Poem by ashok jadhav

Scattered dreams lie drifting on the breeze,
Like autumn leaves that tumble from the tree;
They slip through fingers, vanish with such ease,
Yet whisper secrets of what we might be.
Some float on hope, light, fragile, and unseen,
While others fall like stones upon the ground;
They trace the spaces where our hearts have been,
And mark the places loss and gain are found.
Though scattered, dreams can teach the soul to see
The worth in striving, even when denied;
Each fragment shapes the self it helps to be,
A map of courage carried deep inside.
So gather what you may, though scattered wide,
For in the pieces, hidden truths reside.