A story, of her dream!

She came with her eyes gleaming to study her lessons for the day.
When she could become, what she dreamt as she gazed 
flawlessly at the streams, forming in the sea.
Her soul interpreted, the many learning’s;
she had garnered in the village, 
that she brought with herself to the city.

In her hands, a slate and in her mind a classroom;
she knew, it asked for labour to live that dream,
she didn’t stop as yet, it was the starting of it.
In the morning, she went to school, 
she studied and also knew that she could win herself a life.
Moreover in the afternoon, she came to work at a place,
where she cooked food and worked as a helper,
she was a little girl, yet she had known the power of her fairytales. 

Yes, it was truth that a fairy world didn’t exist,
yet, she had wanted to work on her difficult reality,
with her mindset so fearless, where wishes harboured. 

Today, that she grew up, she doesn’t carry that very work,
rather, she works for what she always loved,
she can design clothes so well, she opened a shop;
A young dream, came a long way, with a long-long way,
still there to go; this is the beauty of her courage,
it wasn’t quite possible when she came from her village,
but she made it for herself, to reach for the stars.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

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