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Everyone hopes their dreams to become real,
But this girl’s aspiration to reach her goals is surreal.

With eyes full of ambition and will to do anything with zeal,
She started the journey with all support and unreal.

Mankind said her desired was a waste of time,
And longing for an ordinary life was not a crime.

She stayed true to her intentions,
Although the time-line was yearning for irritations.

The girl has finally reached her destination,
With a lot of claps and appreciation.

Wishes and struggles are part of being alive,
But a beautiful life is what your actions drive.
I live in a beautiful village next to the ocean,

yet seven seas away from home.

Home now is just a room with four walls,

filled with people but no affectionate calls.



It now defines the sides,

room being personal space and the rest being outside.

This home is a house with everything,

yet does not give you the mood to do anything.



The transition to house from home,

realizes that I'm not a kid anymore.

reminding me of good old days,

where staying in home was a family holidays.



Reality strikes back and makes me sad,

but the window of my room sparks some faith.

The moving cars asks me to move on,

changing sky makes me believe that change is possible.



Tiny waves hitting the window calms my chaos,

moving leaves cheer me up.

Noises around asks me to party with the nature disco,

and of course the dog park calls on to shout the pain.



The conflicting tears from my eyes,

happy for good things and time, or missing home?

But from past to present and future,

I reside with a hope of house turning to home again.
I'm learning poetry on my own interest. This is my first poem and I want to improve. Please read and critic for improvements.

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