She didn’t sleep of the fear of dreams.
As she woke up, pushed her bed,
Walked away to see those shiny beams
Of sunlight through the curtains of the shed.
Her hands joined to pray her god,
Her eyes closed to wish for those gleams
Which he saw in her eyes and owed
His life to their shine in his dreams.
Oh! Lovely were those days,
Lovely were those tears
Which were wiped in their ways
And challenged all the fears.
So many memories she held,
So many questions she had.
Every time her love was misspelled
And made him call her a “mad”.
Humble was her request,
Humbly do she asked,
“Why can’t you come and quest
Together our dreams which have still not passed?”
Situations were her inspiration,
Situations became her enemies.
“Love’s all alike” was her motivation,
Love became her disease.
Again, I had written this poem long ago. But I thought I should post it today. This actually intends to say that we should love people. But this love should never make us inferior before them. Our emotions can destroy us! But when it’s balanced, the same love appears to be a motivation. So try making your love a reason behind your success.
Hope you people like this poem and learn to control your emotions, for the emotions have become the greatest enemy of the humans nowadays!
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With loads of love,