The book of life is full of dreams
Unlimited wishes and desires
Some fulfilled to some extent
Some uncertainty and incomplete
Every page used for colourful
The pages were written with ink
The ink was few drops of tears
Now page is filled with memories
The desires remained in mind
May be completed or not
Harsh realities, dreams unlimited
Unscathed spirit, high dreams
That keeps myself energetic
A new hope alarming everyday
The journey is on its way.
Life is still left
Breathing going on as usual
The last page of the book is blank
Who knows what will happen
May be the last wish of the heart...

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