When your mother handed you your postcard of the future,
what did you think?
Did you dream
of fairies from far away places,
castles...
dungeons...
and dragons.
Did you truly and deeply believe
that Prince Charming
in all his elegance
would arrive
at a moment in your life,
pick up the fragmented pieces of glass
and fallen roses
and be a living dream?
Did you set your heart upon a falling star
that whatever you wished would come true,
imagine
hope
soar
and relish
of a beautiful world you knew you would see...
Then you told this to your mother
sister, father and brother,
they stared,
you felt ashamed.
But here's a little secret I'll tell you about this game.
When we were all handed that postcard,
a small, tiny fire inside
in each and every one of us,
counted upon these little lies.
what did you think?
Did you dream
of fairies from far away places,
castles...
dungeons...
and dragons.
Did you truly and deeply believe
that Prince Charming
in all his elegance
would arrive
at a moment in your life,
pick up the fragmented pieces of glass
and fallen roses
and be a living dream?
Did you set your heart upon a falling star
that whatever you wished would come true,
imagine
hope
soar
and relish
of a beautiful world you knew you would see...
Then you told this to your mother
sister, father and brother,
they stared,
you felt ashamed.
But here's a little secret I'll tell you about this game.
When we were all handed that postcard,
a small, tiny fire inside
in each and every one of us,
counted upon these little lies.
I really like this poem! :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Priya! (:
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