Anticipation

He hangs around the same tree,
still waits for the dream,
the dream to come true,

He has always been a loner,
He has always been a dreamer,
People have a habit of moving ahead,
He has been left alone.

He is unable to move ahead,
for the dreams are rare,
and even rare are the people who follow them.

He dares to dream,
He dares to follow them,
Some say he is a fool,
Others say he is unreal.

He stares at the trees,
He observes the sea,
As hordes of people go by,
he observes it all,
unaware of his existence.

Every evening he goes back there,
back under the same tree,
dissolved in his dream,
with an anticipation of its manifestation.



© Amitabh Sharma