Is it my fault?
The cause is clear , the reason is near,
Why I don't dream, is it out of fear?
The seed has to grow some day,
The waters move on dissolving any block on the way,
I too wish to stand taller someday, I too wish to fight hurdles, if I may.
I am spontaneous,I don't dream.
Is this pretense or my over-credulous scheme?
Life will take me through whatever is written.
He will direct and put me where I fit in.
Puppet-like I will portray the gesture.
Then why to dream and forward the picture?
Whatever will happen will be known very soon.
Work if you could but dream not.
Because the future is uncertain.
It is the ignorance that often frauds,
"dream come true"!
Knowing well, it was always in his records.
Why to dream and attempt a peek ahead of time?
If I demur this way,
I can only urge my senses alone;
Who else will adhere to my say?
They will venture and dream,
They will see and know,
They will hope and fulfill.
Are these the ones who deserve?
Not that i don't conceive the scene,
My senses at war, what am I for?
I have faith in my thoughts.
But the realization gives a jolt!
I don't dream.
It is my fault.
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