I don’t want to be in a place
Where I have to drag my dreams,
And abandon them in a junkyard.
I don’t want to be someone,
Who exploited their dreams,
In times of misery and deserted them eventually.
I don’t want to hold in my hands
Someone else’s discarded dreams,
And drag them to replace mine.
I don’t want to force my soul open
To see it bleed out my secret dreams,
And have people mock and trifle with them.
Let me believe,
Let me dream;
No one knows their worth
better than me.
Froggo
LitWeekend
LitWeekend invites short stories, folklores, poems and anecdotes with objectives of instilling reading culture, promoting literary and aesthetic creativity, besides honing aspiring writers of our region.
About The Author
