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Baseless Dreams


“One fine day my son will be the king”,

smiled the beggar as she kissed her little one,

and the big dreamy eyes of the child,

saw himself as the owner of the throne.

“Baseless dreams”,

said the old man pointing his stick,

laughing and crying at the same time,

“Child,be the king before I become too sick”

these baseless dreams were dreamed by many mothers,

but this mother-son pair was unique,

for them dreams were not baseless,

they believed in the myths of the Greek.

the king of their lands was a mighty person once,

but light of power made him mad,

his sword swayed his mind and heart,

everybody said “The kings is bad”

and this little kid grew,

with a crown on his head(dreaming),

he worshipped his dream,

his bond with it was amazing.

He grew and joined the king’s warmen,

and seeing his special skills,

the majesty himself trained him,

to slit the throats,

to ascend the tall grills.

The boy made him win many conquests,

he was trained just as the king,

and one day to the depressed soldiers he told,

he told them everything.

“I will be your new king people”,

and he said that with his eyes full of gleam,

cruelty of this cruel king will end,

but the soldiers laughed “baseless dreams”

this time the boy was really hurt,

“this is it,the time is here”,

he entered the kingdom’s decision room,

and he was welcome with cheers.

“ask my son,ask for whatever you want”,

and this king shall give it to you,

“all I want my Lord, is a fight,

and my Lord I want that fight against you”

“Promise me as a true king”,

“promise me that whoever wins the battle,

shall be the true ruler of people,

and the other shall shatter”

The king had no choice but to agree,

for the boy had made him promise,

both the warriors made their swords alive,

and flattered the weapon with a kiss.

they fought and the public watched,

“Baseless dreams”, said the norpals,

the fight was fierce, swords were loud,

people watched the show, there was a stir in the crowd.

In the end he won,

he who deserved it,

the one who had the power to dream,

the boy with the true grit.

the king wasnt killed,

rather he just faced death,

as he lied under the pointed sword,

the bravery of the boy made him melt.

the boy was made the next king,

and the news rushed through the town,

the boy became the new king,

he bore the emperor’s crown.

he called a counsel for li’l kids,

all with big dreamy eyes,

one day all of you will rule,

one fine day all of you will rise.

remember no dream is worthless,

no dream is too big,

there is no such thing in this world as,

“BASELESS DREAMS”!

 

Juan