Beginning My Journey Of Life

I wake up every morning with a hope

A hope which reinforces

My confidence to act

And furnishes me

To act with new endeavor.

Streams of joy to me it brings

Gives my life a profound meaning.

My hopes, or rather my dreams

Lead me to walk throughout the future

And forward me the ladder

To rise higher and higher.

But I’ve heard –

Dreams are often belied,

For the eddies of time

Never let them be alive.

May it be true or be not

My dreams and my hopes

Shall never be locked.

With dreams I live,

With hopes I grow,

Cheers of encouragement

From them I borrow.

They are the never failing friends of mine

I cherish them in mind all the time.

With every trouble

They make me cope.

My “Dreams” and my fervent “Hopes”…

I do not write poems any longer. I wrote about two dozens of them some fifteen years back. Opened that old diary yesterday and felt like posting it. Please view it from a seventeen year old’s perspective.