Short Poems

Dreams●

Why did we kill our dreams?
Why did we stop being dreamers?
Why did we leave all are dreams behind?
Why did we accept reality and left our imagination that could've been real?
Who taught us that dreams don't come true?
And why did we accept to learn that?
Why didn't we fight for our dreams?
Why didn't we struggle to make our dreams realistic?
Why did we stop achieving our dreams?
Or did we just started believing that dreams are only dreams inside our heads?