Expectations
Aren't they just fragments of your imagination?
Am I not right?
When we cry every night,
Do we not expect our dearest
to come and comfort us the most?
Do they ever come?
No, They never come.
They say, 'Don't have expectations',
But how can someone live without imaginations?
Ain't Imagination your own nation from the harsh world?
Our very own Disneyworld?
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A/N:- Maybe, this is the last poem....
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