I was once the owner Of a beautiful dream And 'twas made of him; Yet, he sprinted away And sought harbor In that other land That wasn't mine; Still, my yearning Persistently thrived-- Attempted even To reach the shores Of that country, Way beyond my hand; Hence, now, I still find myself Inundated With fantasies of him; Albeit, even his image Has faded into drops Of burning magma-- Callously reminding me Of that someone Who will never be mine. "The Dream" #TheDream #diwa #yqbaba