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Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Wishful Thinking

If dreams were made of bricks and stone
And came alive so we could clone
Our lives and how they might have been
Had things been right and stayed serene
            We would be happy, proud and bold
            And lives of sorrow no more would hold
            There would be food and wealth and more
            And love from those we most adore
The sound of laughter would never fade
In halls and homes of love we made
With peace and love to form its base
The world would be a better place
If we could pick and choose at will
Our past and all that lay within
Of all the choices made in life
We picked the ones that suit our likes
There would be no place for regret
Of all we want and so covet
Those words uttered in outer rage
To ones we loved beyond our age
If dreams were made of bricks and stones,
And came alive into their own
A dream just like the one you read
If only life was so perfect
But all we have are broken ends
To things we never comprehend
When life takes us through its twisted maze
The answers lay with our future days
When we are old, and wise and bent
With weight of things we never dreamt
With lives we lived and choices made
We will know paths we should have tread
But wait its not so bad this way
Wishful life is no fun or play
If life was all our dreams in flesh
There would be nothing new or fresh
Our dreams are all we know and wish
Life might still serve a better dish
So take it as it comes along
All we should do, is play it strong 


1 comment:

  1. Love the construction of the poem. Lot of wisdom in there, Dhruv :)

    Thank you for sharing.