The DreamerA Poem by MurtuzaA poem about the DreamerThey can look,
They can stare say all they want I won’t care. “You’re foolish! you’re wrong!” whatever their words the same old song. I won’t give reason; Nor excuse. Explain myself to them? That, I refuse. ‘Cause at the end of the day, When on my bed I lay With a tortured mind And a bruised pride, I redeem my thoughts And remove myself, From their selfish plots. I don’t need a dagger, I don’t need a hammer To remove my obstacles, I don’t need miracles. With a fearless heart And a determined soul, Wherever I’m at, I will reach my goal. Then I’ll show them That in this world, A handful of money Is just fool’s gold. But my worn out jeans Have a pocket full of hope; And through any hardship, I’m able to cope. When they doubted me, And called me a dreamer Today they’ll see, I’ve lived on forever In the truth that has prevailed And the song where I’m Hailed They’ll repent for their deeds And reap misery From their seeds. So the next time, You see a boy, With an angry face Wearing jeans of joy, “The dreamer”, You’ll call him, What they called me And when his life looks dim And he’s cursed eternally, Tell him to look up Because stars only spark When the sky is dark And one only dreams When reality is, Not what it seems. © 2011 MurtuzaFeatured Review
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15 Reviews Added on March 7, 2011 Last Updated on November 1, 2011 Tags: Hope, Dispair, Dreamer, Sadness, Loneliness AuthorMurtuzaChennai, IndiaAboutHi all :) I love to write - be it poems, articles, stories and the like. Whatever I write mostly comes up from the spur of the moment and I don't really start off with a basic idea. I just write ba.. more..Writing
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