Desires

There were a lot of desires,

Hence, I decorated them as soft petals,

On the branches of an unaffordable future,

Hoping someday, I may experience their fragrant blossom,

But life is like autumn, it sheds away most of your long unclaimed fantasies,

All it leaves behind, is the rust of unsatisfactory void on those barren branches,

Which you had forever dreamt to be laden with flora of happiness, 

Sure you can re-decorate them again,

But by then you have had gardened life’s experience, 

To decide if you choose to grow a possible dream or a bunch of impossible desires!!

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