Dreams Die Young

Where art thou, my young dream
I longed for thee to see the dawn.
It became morn, you weren't to be seen
Why is that, you were gone?


Did we not start out together?
Did i not toil hard for you?
Now, you are not even in the nether
You vanished even without a clue.

Do you not remember the days that were past,
Working hard not noticing even blood off my brow?
Will you return back with hope along, fast,
Or will you allow the fear in me evermore grow?

In desperation, I asked the wise one,
He said that some dreams die young.
Is it true or is there truth none,
Tell me my friend, is it the last I've sung?



(Photograpy : Naveen Prakash. location : Krishna river reservoir, AP )