DREAMS

 

I once had a not-so-little dream,

Didn't bother of it not being petty,

I just kept taking a few steps daily

And kept inching further ahead.

I knew that not all will agree

To hedge into uncharted territories,

Leaving what is tried and tested,

For something unknown and nameless.

I protected my dream

As if it were a precious stone,

And dwell on it for several days,

It was a secret that I owned.

This was not my only dream,

It had its cousins and  siblings too,

But those at times had to step down

To give space to the bigger bean.

It became the reason I woke up,

It was for it that I chewed my food,

I rested so that I could do further,

My breath couldn't wait to deliver.

The sweetness of achieving one's dreams,

Long-drawn and toiled ones,

Is nothing when  compared to the ones you get,

Free and without breaking a sweat.

Dream, my friend, is a beautiful thing,

An illusion that keeps you up and  busy,

As long as you can, take chances and believe,

That all you thought is all you could win.