The Broken Dream Poem by V P Mahur

A true holy urge of the heart
Brought him into the scene
As a star shining clear bright
With an intense desire keen

With his move moved millions
As a voice united together
With unique tools and tides
That were seen nowhere never

The freedom found its way
But alas the soul was lost
For none could be so strong
To root the differences away

All became so called owners
Nobody wanted to be server
Without selfless aspirations
Without a concern of ever

The dream of true freedom
Where none is high or low
Lost in the dust of selfish
Storms in a few hearts blow

O great saint we are never
A bit ashamed of robbing you
Of your precious dreams for
We want to enjoy all through