Ended Show

The dreams scarier than nightmares , my soul went to this world.
The world of darkness and deep canopy of my thoughts.
About being equally accepted as you, yeah you.
For There is a vent between who I am and who world thinks I am.
“With fistful of dreams, I tried to make it up to you”

I uttered ; “ I am As human as you”, no one heard !
I showed ; “ I am as bold as you” , everyone saw !
I did ; “ I did it in an appreciable way”, no one accepted !
I offered ; “ I am capable of doing business deals” everyone laughed !
“With fistful of dreams, I tried to make it up to you”

Then a change took place, changed the place.
You said , “ you are as equal as we” ; but nothing changed.
You claimed, Decent thinking but We saw a veil between who you think you are and who you actually are .
Equality is not the thing we demand ; for justice is inherent in us.
Ah! Excuse the words , but You fear of losing your custom.
“With fistful of dreams, I tried to make it up to you”

I fought battles in your minds but little did I know they were lost ones.
I tried to make you believe in me but you were afraid of being hated by you.
“ Truth is Truth “, u deny , U agree ; in the end of the show , you'll lose.
Now you decide ,want to get defeated by yourself or respect your self respect.
“With fistful of dreams, I tried to make it up to you”

Yet another side ; with optimism comes pessimism !
We survived your wilderness coz of man-ness in some of you.
The ones, who have understood the meanings of being a “Man”
Those are the ones we trust , we adore , we love .
“With fistful of dreams, I tried to make it up to you”
“With fistful of dreams, I tried to make it up to you”
“With fistful of dreams, I tried to make it up to you”


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