Dreams-An Incomplete Story Poem by devadyuti nag

There is so much left be done,
There is so much left to be said,
In this path of struggle,
I feel I'm the only one.
There is so much I couldn't be,
There was so much to become of me,
Everything was in front of me,
Still i did not care to see.
Plans and dreams were endlessly made,
But eventually died at last,
'What's to become of him? ', they said,
Dreams of what could be,
Wandered the streets of my past,
I silently stood, but aghast.
Time is passing me by,
People say, 'Stand on your feet',
But, at the end of everything,
I would be leaving on someone else's shoulder,
Without a care, Without a bother.
And as I leave,
I might wonder,
There is so much left to be done,
Wish I could save myself from all the blunder.
I had never liked what i had,
I never had what i liked,
Hope that someday,
I will get what i love, or,
Learn to love, what i have...