It’s still times
still months to appear
still 24 hours to go
and seven days to appear
at times to be,
what you wish to be ?
you have to be,
what you never wanted to be…
is the mind playing tongue twisters?
Is fate like that?
to reach the pinnacle,
the dream to venture at you please
the basics you keep finding;
to tread the path
you must make the road
pave the way for a beautiful destination…
in those fallen times,
at those dilemmas of mind
Words one usually recite
to live, does one need crown ?
maybe to stand
maybe to defend
army is needed
not to reign,
but to protect
maybe to dream,
One needs green papers
Go seek that few
so tomorrow can be yours !
dream as you wish
but first get off the clutches of those that hold you aback,
those mocking at your doorstep,
stop giving them replies
just break the cage that kills your dream beside……