The Different Dream

The old, rusted walls of the social thoughts,

Stood upon our fates on the ways we sought.

The stimulant mind beckons,

For the jobs which are reckoned.

While the merciless heart thinks,

About not being the one who sinks.

He ran and achieved and achieved and ran,

For the dream stood strong and different from all.

He fought and fought and broke those walls,

Which were the barriers for the fire so tall.

Many sleepless nights passed away,

Working to forge his own fate of sway.

Now, he stands in the place which he had dreamt once,

And the rest falling behind with their social thoughts.