He used to pray ...
Pray Everytime they met him
Prayers of dreamlands coming true,
And that of fairies getting through..
He never got why they used to make fun of him
"Fairies are for girls to think about,"they used to say,"not boys to dream"..
He used to frown upon them
And never stopped dreaming..
And one day his own dream
Led him to some daring...
All his friends called him to apologize
They said "we're sorry" twice, thrice,
For now they weren't talking with a guy like me and you,
It was a famous writer they were talking to.
YOU ARE READING
Memories never FADE
PoetryAn attempt to revise memories of our life's journey.. which are preserved in some corner of our mind and which perhaps never get a way to come out..
