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Crystal Mansions : Reflection of Dreams
Life's a stream and dreams are mansions on its bank. Whatever we achieve or have already attained was once perceived in a dream, a fantasy. Maybe our accolades may not be at par with our imagination. This just proves that dreams like those crystal mansions are unattainable and only their pale imitation is reflected in life.
The spring below gushes ahead,
Her shine so sharp, her pace so smooth,
Glamour hidden in blue tendrils glossy,
As clear in youth, unabashed as dead,
Brimming with pride, spilling her loot,
She prances, awakening dust left drowsy.
Her glow envied silent woods all,
Her sparkle shaming nymphs around,
So sweet in melody, she peacefully smiles,
At mansions gleaming at dawn's call,
Their majestic charm, oozing strength abounds,
Yet, groaning the crystal shatter in piles.
Their broken tiles litter the stream,
Her glitter dims at nightfall,
Her progress slowed by crystal heap
She, though, vain in hopeful realm,
Looks away from mansions tall,
To stronger castles bound to leap.
Crystal she deems weak, looks onward,
Her shine brilliant with sunrise,
She lungs the remnants of broken walls,
The source of youthful glow forward,
Though they may leave her broken ties,
Their glitter her hopes will hear as calls.