Theme: Waiting

My Dream

by Supriya Bhandari
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Life came with a new riddle every time,
And I have always been a failure,
Choosing the wrong, rejecting the right,
Still with faith in God and my efforts,
I tread on.

The chosen path showed no promise of rain.
Tumbling on the pebbles with parched throat,
And drained looks, I followed every green spot,
But it was a mirage only.

I found vultures there waiting for my death.
Sleep overcame and you came with all your
Brightness and tranquil nature, I hugged you
And the dream broke.

I am still treading on and on,
In this wasteland.
I know you are waiting for me
At the other side of the land.

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