Living By The Dream

Living By The Dream short poem

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We lived by a dream of being together;
However, that remained just a dream of one another.
I am not sure, why this happened?
But I am sure that He will not make his child cry for long, He is not that maddened.

People say good things go for better to come;
If good things bounce back with the best qualities, I believe that is awesome.
People laugh at me for being crazy;
I feel really proud, as history is made by people who are crazy.
I will prepare myself for the best to come;
I am strong to face the worst storm.

You may also feel I am being stupid;
But still I don’t see a single sign from the universe that I am acting stupid.
I promise I will not hurt myself;
I will just want you to take care of yourself.

I am ready to leave it.
If anybody gives me a reason why we had this dream in the first place.
We were never bad;
Then why we are sad?
I will not let go our dream in vain;
I will not let our feelings drain.
I will live by this dream every day;
May it takes my life away!

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I am a an MBA graduate working at Deloitte. I am a finance guy. However, poems have been my passion, this is what i fell. I can write a poem on any given emotion. I can write a poem on any given person.
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