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Lend Me Your Dreams

The roads are long and winding, the rails and girders keep going on. The milestones that keep me company seem to go on forever. When I started off years ago, I thought I will conquer the world, I thought I will run these roads down and from where they end, I will build new roads to places unknown.

I wont say that I was wrong, maybe just young and a little foolish. The road seem to be winning and I losing. Maybe if I had you with me, I would have tried a wee bit harder, and lot longer. Lend me your dreams will you? It will help me fuel my run to places I have never been.

Share your dreams with me for then they will become my own. I will have dreams to ride home.

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  1. Rajesh,
    Do you know the American poet Langston Hughes? If not, let me introduce you. I like his writing... and yours.


    Langston Hughes
    What happens to a dream deferred?
    Does it dry up 
like a raisin in the sun? 
Or fester like a sore-- 
And then run? 
Does it stink like rotten meat? 
Or crust and sugar over-- 
like a syrupy sweet?
    Maybe it just sags 
like a heavy load.
    Or does it explode?

    And then this one also by Langston Hughes
    "DREAMS"
by Langston Hughes
    Hold onto dreams
For if dreams die
Life is like a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
    Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

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