What Compensation Has One Next?

Life sans love is bird sans wings dreaming to fly But cannot fly unless the wings grow to fly one day; Dream is the convenient thing helping the drawbacks Like the poet does expressing oneself in poems ever! Human beings' longings are compensated by dreams at Night and in imaginations or reverie in the day sure; But with the engagements of occupation, one forgets The loss for the time-being till such thoughts come! When monotony and frustrations of work load increases, Mechanically one finishes them all and goes out to The open Nature to heave a sigh of relief and deeply Focuses in the depth of blue sky and floats in waves! Sea water flashes on one's face and brings back to The world of reality with a slight relief to mind One's other occupation allowing the dreams get all Washed away by the waves of sea before one sees nil!