The Ideal Me

By Dhriti Arya

Thirsty and roaring, 

waiting for pouring,

stands the hopeless man.

Waits and waits in the dry-difficulty sand.

No one was there to listen to what his plummeting heart sang. 

As he fell with a bang,

losing the hope of winning,

he saw himself in front of him grinning. 

"I am the magical me", said he.

"What you're looking for is within you only.”

He sat up with tears in his eyes,

of hope not of cries.

The sand

became a lustrous grassland. He stood up with glee,

for he had found the ideal “me”.

s he fell with a bang,

losing the hope of winning,

he saw himself in front of him grinning. 

"I am the magical ME", said he.

"What you're looking for is within you only.”

He sat up with tears in his eyes,

of hope not of cries.

The sand

became a lustrous grassland. He stood up with glee,

for he had found the ideal “me”.

By Dhriti Arya