Land of a million dreams,
do I need, do I need?
or is it just a safe yard
that I seek.
Is it the ambition that's a driving force,
or is it something that I am yet to unfold.
Treading on uncertain paths,
picking dreams from an unknown cart,
do I care, do I care?
Alls well that ends well,
and so in hope I dwell,
With faith in me,
sunshine through the clouds
I can see.
4 comments:
Heh. Found you.
This echoes so much of what I used to think about when I first came abroad. Nice poem, I found it very relatable.
Thanks for dropping by my blog.
Thanks aareet!! Its just a matter of time then, I guess!:)
lovely!!
Nandyaaaa!!!! :)
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