Dreams – Poem

A life carved out of dreams

Is the one

Which is replete with mud and sheen.

The sparkle it effuses

Is the fruit bore by the dust it tastes.

The success it achieves

Is the failure it endures.

And the happiness it receives

Are the setbacks through which it persevered.

Dreams being the surreal entities

Act as a beacon to the future with its charming stardust.

They rest with the one

Who is willing to live through all the obstacles.


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