a dream of love

his eyes,
his son's dreams.
how he wishes,
for his child to be good in health.

how this man works,
even harder, to earn his bread.
how this man listens,
to whatever the world asks him.

there is a heart, that hurts;
there is a dream that fades,
with this world, a lot is lost.
someone's smile, whereas,
someone's peace is stolen.

it is all related,
it is starting and ending;
with people only,
at either sides;
a game is played,
this instrument called life.

someone is as rich,
someone is poor..
someone in terms of money,
someone in terms of values.

it is, all life is like,
in this way of the world.
that we all are learners,
as we all are in this journey.
we seldom hurt people,
and get hurt likewise.

sometimes, we make a sacrifice,
whereas sometimes we sit on others' toil.
all we need to do is to give it a thought,
to give a chance to every other being.

well, to go without touching a soul,
with love and affection is to be,
a spirit unknown of its presence,
and its spellbound creativity.

being who you are, don't go like this;
for express yourself, and find your name;
in the notebook of love, in the hearts;
of people whom you meet, express yourself,
the power of your love, your art.

gagandeep singh vaid