He wakes up every day with the same dream at heart
He does not know if it is a taboo for the world
He starts walking towards his dream
which seems as elusive as the true desire
Would he be detached from his dream?
Only if he were also a part of this world
He knows he has to follow it till end
for this illusion is about to unwind
He keeps walking on the same streets
He keeps breathing the same air
He is pure, he is real
He is too close to his soul
They pity him; they call him naïve
just to know that he is not a rebel
Naïve or rebel, he is alone
Why then it still scares to recognize him?
His dream is soon declared as a ‘jinx’
which is strong enough to reach the truth
No wonder; they are out to destroy him
They succeed miserably; they deny his existence
It is no more a dream for him
He knows now he has lived it to the bone
He is still pure; he is still real
He is still close to his soul…
- DEEPALI S. BASUR, Co-founder & Chief Editor, http://www.ethinksharp.com/.
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