I sat with a pillow and many million dreams,
Hoping and wishing for them to come true,
Moments of smiles in many beautiful themes,
Waiting for them to come out of the blue.
I built a strong bedrock for these little wishes,
Adding floor after floor in perfect prose,
Life I would love, with the little lavishes,
Elegant and fragrant but brief like a rose.
I am jolted into reality by the blow of life,
Into the present, and then,
I realize those dreams, are beyond a lot of strife,
To try will be the way to that heaven,
Hidden beyond trials, awaiting to be explored,
A huge lesson of life these hopes behold.
When the moment of your dream actually arrives,
And so happens very very otherwise,
Our heart shatters a thousand bits,
The reality, like a sharp arrow hits.
This is the beast of expectations,
Mesmerizing and charming but with a lot of puns,
Expectations are bizarre, for, they test our grit,
Our strength and our calm, and our wit.
It is never wrong to dream and wish,
But be wise, lest it takes you for a ride,
What you dream and how you work for it,
Will decide the pain or gain to your pride.
Just dreams and no work is a landmine,
Beware, lest you later whine.
Your future is in your hands,
Work and work and work,
No dream is impossible without a little toil,
Don't let distractions plan and foil.
Just aim and try and give your best,
You will surely attain the crest.
Like the lonely man who searches for water in the desert,
Work today and secure tomorrow's dessert.