Death of Dreams

I had lots of sweet dreams,
Dreams of autonomy and sovereignty
Dreams of pleasure and prosperity
Dreams of peace and satisfaction.

It is fun to dream;
Dreams used to give me hopes
And inspiration to work.
Dreams used to give me the way
To reach my destination.

People say:

Dream is a form of desire
Or an outcome of feelings;
It is just imagination.

But I think:

Dream is the sound of the heart
Or it is the willing of the mind.
Dream is a guidance of God
To achieve the ultimate peace.

I searched the world as my dream,
I searched for peace as my dream;
But the world is different from a dream;
It is the place of crowds and noise.

A battlefield of all creatures
Where I must fight to live,
Like a soldier of battle
Always alert and awake,
No rest no peace.

Note: This poem is also available on Ohmy News International.