Has a wisp- unkindled- of thought

Curled around the world

Passing leagues, village and forest

Where ideas are never put to rest.

Like a spark in the brain, travelling like liquid

Sweet and slippery, intoxicating sweetness.

Trickling on from heart to soul

Trickling on like liquid gold

Ever brightening, precious something

Calling forth a change from ze old.

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Change like that in a blossoming flower

Minute, yet transforming every hour.

Reforms and revolutions, for humans, for pigeons

Living or dead, dreams bring changes.

With colours that paint the nations

With colours that endure generations

With colours created or long extinct

Each idea contributes to the next great thing.

Heading forward, never going back

The unachievable dream of a universe of perfection.

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Hardship endures every step

Yet no one will give up without a worthy test.

The trail of thought that awakens household

The whisper of that which is heard and not told.

Everyone dream of being in power,

Ways to become the man of the hour.

Clashes and turmoil, accusing each other

To prove our creations are by far the greater.

Judged and graded for our every feat

One wrong move we may lose all our meat.

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The dream is the beginning, the beginning is important

The journey and the ends are secondary components.

Every word or action of yours causes reaction

Even if it is of the tiniest fraction.

Dream big, work hard, righteousness intact

Do what you love and love what you do and never ever go back.

Follow your dreams, don’t pay heed to what the haters say

Make your dream make a worth of your every day.

Always be optimistic and never stop believing

Work hard, look ahead and you will keep succeeding.

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ARSHIA VORA