In his midlife crisis I asked:
Do you sketch her hazel eyes,
Still do you listen to cuckoo’s bell?
Do you ever spot those shooting stars,
Till date do you dig the first rain’s smell?
In his death bed all I could say:
Man you had your own horizon,
You had the tide and an anchored boat-
Your heart was all wet in dreams and drive;
Alas, you kept yourself imprisoned in that fort!
As he ascended those divine stairs
There’re prayers and tears on his side,
There’re people to testify his false glory;
Blades of his decisions stained in my blood
None ever knew but his lament in eternal hide.
Moral of these lines: - Never ditch your dreams, because they’re like your kids, your responsibility. If my words are not convincing enough reflect on those Mark Twain’s words, “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do by than the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” Remember my dear friend, investment (be it money, energy, or time) on your dream is your necessity, priority and a prime obligation towards this one human birth you’ve got.