Worth of a Dream

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"In that small house of his, knowledge was a certain power. Everything that leads to it is gold, and everything else was copper." 


A poem written on a rainy day when I was deep in thoughts in my own room, thinking about the values I've learnt from my 54 year old father whom I've lived with for 22 years. 

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Worth of a Dream 

In a small house at the end of the road 
Unwavering lights glowed from within 
Electricity ran with all it's might 
With no fear of the unseen 

Troves of books lined up the wall 
As if it could hold the whole world within
But despite everything it owns 
The drizzle of rain caves in 

It drips from the roof 
Tiny drops of water 
Incessantly, and with certainty 
God knows how long it'll hold 
Until it breaks to entirety 

In that small house of his 
Knowledge was a certain power 
Everything that leads to it is gold 
And everything else was copper 
It holds importance yes 
But not beyond 
The worth of a dream
That his two children own 

It seeps within 
The thoughts of a stormy night 
The depths of desire
And the difference of worth 
For a man who gives 
Differs from a man who sells
And the father who dreams
Beyond his own

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Photo by Gabriele Diwald on Unsplash

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