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Dreams

 Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

This is a poem by "Langston Hughes"....... I am not a very literary person but a friend of mine asked me to read this poem. I was stuck by the optimism that the poet seems to generate with his words. The importance to hold fast and stand by , no matter what the barrier .........

All of us cherish dreams, we hope for better things, better situations and so on. Dreams help us to aspire, wish, hope , feel for things to come. Dreams help to harness with others in a realm beyond our understanding.

Our dreams reflect collectively a lot of goodness .......but the antonym of the word "Dream" is "Reality"...... This is very ironic considering the fact that whatever "goodness" we seek remains just a distant dream and not a ground reality.
These are not words from a "pessimistic mirror" but merely a dose of reality that we are forced/obliged to acknowledge.

Dreams are important to succeed, we need them to get clarity into our thoughts, we seek them for perceptions that are often lost, we have to tend them in order to succeed and put efforts to make them real.

Dreams are our MUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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