Ever since we realize
The importance of being
Something worthy
We start dreaming..
Few small,
But many
Bigger than
Our own
World...
Unknown of the fact
What destiny holds
Within itself
For us
We are there
Lost somewhere
In a fictitious World..
Some dreams,
To fulfill the
Unfilled dreams
Of a known one,
Or some
For filling
That missing
Something within us...
The older we grow
The funnier
The past dreams become..
'Was that the only
Thing which I desired? ? '
How silly of me!
The remarks soon come
and few broken
pieces of the dreams forgotten...
In the life
To earn something
Which we never desired
Makes us forget
What we really
Desired..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profound. A well-written poem. I'm surprised no one has commented on it before,