I have always thought what would be my condition I were born in a house full of poverty. Flies lining my food, a total unhygienic life. But I’m pretty sure of one thing I would never stop dreaming putting hope after hope of developing myself into a someone the world would look forward to. In the sonnet I tried to develop a situation where the readers even for a second would think about those unlucky dreamers who dream on throughout lives and perhaps someday their wish is fulfilled.
A future filled with glee and happiness
Is all they have wanted,
When they’ll have free access
To everything and nothing in life will be shunted.
Drawing in the right path-
And having the right path drawn to you,
May sometimes make us face the devil’s wrath
Yet these brave will do whatever they have to do.
They are the kids who dream,
They dream in their right mind
Living in a place too grim;
Yet nothing can make them halt to stay behind.
Like soldiers they will never let their dreams die,
Hovering over their success they will never sigh.