Dreamers and Realist.

By Shawang Konyak

With wings they fly, no fear of fall,

They soar above for dreamers they call.

Strong grips with claws on ground they hold,

They’re sceptic in nature and realist they’re called.

Dreamers dream bright like the sun in june,

So graceful and perfect like the dance of the earth and the moon.

Realist are found rooted as trees,

So down to earth like the swarms of bees.

Though they differ like the end and the start,

Without one the other falls apart.

One needs the other for they may fly high and drift into void of space,

And the other, without the one may never get off the surface.

By Shawang Konyak