No! don’t want to bear the guilt,
the guilt of not nurturing my dream to bloom.
No! don’t want to die with my unfulfilled dream,
the dream that needs fruitful perseverance.
This thought even petrifies me.
From the core of my heart
I feel a sense of assurance everyday, day in and day out.
I am wondering, is it a power of dream or will power?
want to embed utterly in it.