The dream went a far, the one that made me weep,
The unreal which I wanted it to be true, the path I dreaded to tread,
I was swaying in a seesaw by myself; I wished the fragrance to be there.
The moment thundered by, but why be persistent on a hollow.
Dreamy days of courtship was not meant to be,
Was the damsel the soul mate? No never and forever.
The mind is practical says it is over, but why is the heart giving hope,
The purity of heart says there is only one side, but in reality.
Heart is just a path that wants only victory, defeat is also a path.
A path that is hard to tread, but still a better one.
Where life unfurls itself a new beginning,
With last moments of farewell, and a tearful goodbye,
Finally, I’m over with my untruthful dreams.
With a hope, I would not cross the lines in the new beginning.
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