Pursue not dreams borrowed as such,
Let your world grow and find them.
Fulfillment will not matter much
When joys of pursuit bind them.
Fingers will point, eyebrows will rise,
Heads will shake in refusal.
Amidst the scorns of disbelief
Just smile your smile; don’t mind them.
Empty vessels will make the noise;
Still waters run deep unseen.
Embrace the glitter as filters,
And put self-doubts behind them.
The seasons are your own to call;
The thorns and roses, your own.
Till away the fields of conscience;
God has never confined them.
Fret not if your road is troubled:
Wild daisies lace your footsteps.
Value each spur of joy they bring;
Stars have plucked and aligned them.
– May 2016