She sat at sky and dreamt of life,
Went in search of the golden light;
All this done within a flash.
Then again drowned in the long strife.
Looking at the window she
Made out the truth of life,
When an unsolved question,
Lay in front of her right.
She moved a little, puzzled to answer.
She knew though,
Moving was from the dancer… she had lost.
She was a dreamer from some lands true,
Lived in the lands with members few.
The exam was never easy.
Literature was not a little of her kind.
And then as the bell rang,
So the dreams rewind.
"Not finished", they said; Although,
She worked hard all day…
Dreams for dreams, not reality…
Dreams of dancing… Now broke to literacy.