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Point is that we all are either a dreamer or the one being dreamed...the one who floats in memories like roses ...the one who keeps someone alive out of all hardships .
We are the one being fecundity of some one's mind and if not then we are the one who believes to be a dreamer
.By dreamer I always meant a prophet , a visionary , a brain mass epitomized by speculations . Their tears are meant to perceive the pain beneath the future , their blood is meant to direct an imagination , an inspiration where tributaries of inspirations join them to make this world a better place .
Remember its dream that delimits us , its dream that gives us wings to fly and flutter above multitudes of recklessness.Dream is meant to empower us , guide us the lessons of indifference when we are clutched between discrimination,.Dream is meant to fetch us a family beneath a family.
More over if you have a dream you need to protect it .Its your duty ..your birthright. and if you fail to do so ...this world will forget you soon .Yet if you attempt till your last living corpuscles ..this world will keep you in the lessons of textbooks to be taught indifferent of time .And if you surrender and leave ..no body ..not even your blood will keep you in mind .
Remember this world is like a class room , the one that had lines of wooden desks and benches ...the one that had smiling faces of guys and girls unaware of what they really mean to each other ..the one that had a teacher in a rugged khadi ..and walls and windows and everything that remains an integral part of your memories.
Remember if you surrender and leave this room there is a stark seriousness till you get out followed by mockery and laughter slapping the lull , the surrender .And if you fight like a caterpillar ..one day you shine like a butter fly ..
Remember textbooks are filled with stories of butter flies .Some day they will revise the text , redraft and add a full page of yours in the text being read by generations and generations of kids , being corrected by generations and generations of teachers in rugged khadi ..and being witnessed by the same wall bricks that stands alone for ever .That's time .And that's the honor a dreamer should get.Let time witness you ...
Remember
"you may say I am a dreamer
but I am not the only one
I hope someday you will join us
and the world will live as one . " ---John Lenon.
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