Your dreams are shattered,
Your desires are tattered,
What all you had planned for life
Are today at the edge of a knife.
Your wishes which were fresh as dew
Which used to revive your soul,
Is today, a mere corpse.
When a dream dies
Your heart cries,
Unfortunately, the world takes it to be your acceptance
Just because your eyes are dry and your face wry.
Now when you are a failure,
Your very presence reminds people of your ghastly defeat.
But never hide in the corner of a room
Because you are a flower,
Born to bloom.
It is a bitter reality that
Dryness brings rejection, but
Surely not subjection.
It is hard for you to present your wishes,
To curb your demands,
But is it right to keep them in remand?
No, my pal doesn’t let go of yourself to the cruel world,
Every person is born with a purpose,
A purpose to work on his dreams
Which makes him blind in his pursuit
But often forget that he can only make an attempt
And need to wait for the Lord’s ascent.
When he fails,
His world comes to an end,
Unable to understand God’s goodness,
His bounties, his generosity
And breaks all integrity.
The Lord gives numerous chances to open his eyes
But the wretched human thinks he is a loser
When his dream dies.