Death, with it, brings silence, <br />the silence which conceals the voice of life, <br />the same voice in which dreams revertebrated, <br />so, with arriving death dreams die. <br /> <br />But, few dreams didn't surrender, <br />instead they chose to fight, <br />some fighters were experienced and some were tender, <br />but struugle for existance was thier common plight. <br /> <br />Oh! this battle wasn't for victory, but for existance, <br />on path of dreams death laid some fences, <br />the fences fo failure, the fences of defeat, <br />but, in the path of hope few made thier exit. <br /> <br />In fences of failure few dreams were caught, <br />enemy was destiny but will was not, <br />with power of optimism they tatterd the fence, <br />such a mighty blow even death couldn't defend. <br /> <br />Dreams marched ahead stunning the death, <br />they vanquished the region which once ablazed, <br />happy was the sky and soothing became night, <br />even death hailed dreams for this formidable fight. <br /> <br />Death, being, an end is now a myth, <br />the men by thier dreams will forever exist, <br />some people died and some will born, <br />but legacy of dreams wii go on.<br /><br />chandra kant manas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-and-dreams/
