I sit infront of the portico
Thinking about my stolen dreams
I never knew who the thief was
Even if I knew,
I never had the courage to face him.
I never wanted to go to that unspoken place
That place where he hid my dreams
That place which was locked tightly using apprehensions.
That place where my dreams took a backseat
That place where dreams considered themselves to be nightmares
That place where dreams were burried alive in a coffin of compromises.
I found the key
The key to my dream yard
The key to my strength
The key to my courage
The key to the rebirth of my dreams
The key to my happy life
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