The Ultimate Dream

The Ultimate Dream short poem

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A dream…
Always like a stained past
An unknown future
A brimming river which dominates
And takes you wherever it wants
Doubtful, Undecided and Dark
Sometimes sweet.. sometimes bitter
Sometimes cute.. sometimes harsh
Incredible yet uncontrollable
Fantastic yet unpredictable

A dream …
We are so lost into
We forget reality
We forget our existence
We want to live in the dream itself
Disregarding the goals of the life
We run towards those desires
Which aren’t needed at all
We always remain attached
Absorbed by this dream
And this over attachment just

So..Before it kills you
your true self
Work upon your weeknesses
Improve your strengths
Be your own master
Cast out anything not needed
No thoughts, no desires
Cast out everything
Till there remains nothing
Then you shall find peace.

You can DREAM
A dream which is complete
Which makes you complete
Which you can control
Which you need
Which the world needs
Which helps you to grow
Which throw away all the restrains
Which frees you up
From all the bounds and chains
Of this sorrowful Life.

And then

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