This life is a web of desires, we have named them dreams.
Let the dream breath for life.
Let the dream take a pause.
It might be tired of running around
In search of that fairyland.
"Oh! I see it, its gone again"
is the only thing now she knows
Let the dream breath for life
It might be tired of the snow.
Never understanding own's existence
She is chasing what she is told to chase
"Was I to be a built up desire
Or a need of the lonely hare."
"I thought I was born to be
A little girl's charming prince
I thought I will be a sailor's way home
That, the little child dreams"
"I am but tired and sad
I am nothing but an old soul's flare
It extinguishes a little daily
Still it dreams to live"
This life is a web of desires
We have named them dreams.
Let the dream take a pause.
It might be tired of running around
In search of that fairyland.
"Oh! I see it, its gone again"
is the only thing now she knows
Let the dream breath for life
It might be tired of the snow.
Never understanding own's existence
She is chasing what she is told to chase
"Was I to be a built up desire
Or a need of the lonely hare."
"I thought I was born to be
A little girl's charming prince
I thought I will be a sailor's way home
That, the little child dreams"
"I am but tired and sad
I am nothing but an old soul's flare
It extinguishes a little daily
Still it dreams to live"
This life is a web of desires
We have named them dreams.
By: Stuti Sharma
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