Lives

A dream never come true

He was a young man,
With plans and strength,
Of expectations and thoughts.

That was a dream,
About passion and lust,
Of hopes and desires.

He thought that it was the best choice.
But they thought otherwise.
Thus the young man lives within boundaries,
And locked himself in a cage of struggles.

He seems to deem fit.
Or so, he endeavored to the fame of success.
Exhausted, but still motivated.
He moved on.

Till now,
Hopes were scattered,
He didn’t reap what he sowed.
And left him with a dream unfulfilled.

An old man he becomes.

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Life could have been so vulnerable. During Monday genetics lecture, a dear friend called to inform me the death of his father a day ago. I was stunned, with a scary thought of seeing an ever-cheeky chap broke down in tears. Calls were made, messages were sent. An indication that friends do care, and a conclusion to pay him a visit on wed. To add on, he is planning to get marry in two months time. And on Tuesday, I heard about the death of a university pal’s father, after losing the battle to cancer.

He was strong, and she was even stronger. I blessed her to be safe and happy for the rest of her life. And hopefully his life would be fulfilled again by opening a new chapter of life – the marriage. To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven; a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted.

Death comes to all.
But great achievements build a monument;
Which shall endure until the sun grows cold.