Vague and unsaid desires
Which our heart and mind
conspires;
Fears and apprehensions, at
times set us aback
Yet, that tinge of sanguinity keeps
us on track!
Dreams at all times seem ecstatic
and delighted
Not citing the toil and tough
grind;
The rocky paths and mountains
One has to traverse without any
bargain!
Sometimes strong winds can stir
us up
Letting despondency and despair
come up;
Out-and-out pessimism keeps us high
and dry
Besides keeping prospects as a
far cry!
Nevertheless, that sensation
When all of it comes into
motion;
The things which we never
really fantasized
But, somewhere within, had that
trace of likelihood!
It’s also like those tacit
desires
Taking exquisite structure;
As if, God has been sculpting
it
Though we were never vociferous
about it!
