Hope….

A day will come,
The dawn of my own

Until then I try,
For a seed is already sown.

In this sea of career race
We are more or less in the same pace.

The one who is by accident,
never knows why he is here,

The other who wants money
More and more.

Never for sure,
They want to know,
Where they will be tomorrow.

Amidst them I stand
Listening to my own sound.

Drawn not by the materialistic things
How do I fly with clipped wings?

Lord, you made a mistake.

You should have soared me high
Or spared my belief
And let me cry.

With thoughts so loud
Shouldn’t I know what I could?

Serendipity and cognitive dissonance
Many think them nonsense.

Branding and marketing,
Training and ecommerce,
What are all these?

I ached to be a part of them
As, I identified myself as a gem.

They all stood @ ease
And pushed me outside the crease.

I keep my dreams close to my heart
For, there are people out there,
Ready to hurt.

I am trying my hard
To stay out of this crowd.

A day will come,
The dawn of my own

Until then I try,
For a seed is already sown.