Confined in the corners of my heart,
Some dreams lie in hope.
Those were nurtured and cultured since ages,
They are the ramblings of my innocent mind.
From childhood to youth I grew,
My dreams became many from few.
They blossomed over my eyes,
My thoughts both old and new.
But now as I move towards maturity,
My innocence feels demure.
"Will my dreams ever come true?",
This insecurity creeps far and more.
Still, everyday when I wake-up,
My eyes add a new vision to my store.
On this day, with a new start,
"My Dreams will come true", I dream this even more.