Writing is an underestimated art. People should heed the gravity of the fact that we writers paint colorful pictures in people's minds using mere words of black. That being said, Oh and happy Friendship Day dear viewers. And it's a Sunday as a matter of fact so yaay. I may have an extra post for that. So anyway 'Dreams'. What are dreams? Dreams believe it or not are in some way or the other related to happiness. They kind of give incentive to people to look forward to a new day. And this quote; "The richer you get, more expensive happiness becomes." I don't remember the author of this quote but, it's so deep and true. Dreams are what we all look forward to in life. We associate the fulfillment of that dream with happiness and contentment, and we pursue it with all our vigor and might. But, what if someone has no dreams? Someone has no reason to wake up every morning? Someone always searching for something but has no idea of what it is. And so is the story you all are about to go through. Of a Prince, who finally finds a dream and dares pursue it.
The Cave of Lost Dreams
This story should particularly interest you,
Cause it has to it a rare and a mystical hue.
It's a story unlike anything you've previously read,
Of a noble prince, warm at heart and cool at head.
A young man he was, full of hope and means,
But oddly enough, he had no wishes or dreams.
He had everything that the heart could desire,
From horses and servants to the best of attire.
Yet had nothing to wake up to every morn,
And would often wonder "why was I born"?
And yet he was a man most kind and just,
In all of land well known for his trust.
And thus, everyday the prince would set out,
In quest of some exotic dream, full of doubt.
And he'd ask his people: what were theirs,
They'd turn up to be for him, petty wares.
Ever so unmotivated, yet he treaded on,
And would be gone from dusk to dawn.
But one day, illness caught him at bay,
Retiring him to bed, all sore and gray.
Finest doctors in all of land were called up,
But none could get him on his feet, back up.
They'd say he'd drunk from the death cup,
And long ago on his life he had given up.
The king, sent for the wisest man he knew,
As more worried and enraged he grew.
With an air of humility the old man turned up,
With a flowing white beard and face cheered up.
His face was illuminated with a brilliant white glow,
Peace upon the king and his family he'd come to bestow.
He then gently moved in into the prince's room,
And motioned everyone to stay out of the room
.
He took a plush chair by the prince's bed,
And in his mesmerizing voice he said:
"Dear prince, how hast thou fallen so low?"
Then replied the prince, his voice soft, words slow.
"Death for me is a peaceful retreat",
"and its nothing to fear for the elite".
"My Lord has been to my to entirely merciful",
"But I'm afraid myself together, I cannot pull".
"So what's thy last wish?" Enquired the old man,
"Narrate to me a story for you are a wise man."
The old man's eyes gleamed in excitement,
And stroked his beard, full of incitement.
"I shall narrate to thy a beautiful narrative",
And thus he began in a manner so imperative,
There's a cave he said." Aye a cave like none other."
"To get to it, a man would slay his brother."
And what is it called inquired the latter,
"The cave of lost dreams. Of dreams that'd shatter'd."
The prince had been mystified, sat bolt upright,
Thus continued the old man, his eyes ever so bright.
"In a remote corner of this busy world",
"There lies a cave, in itself, peacefully curled".
And he said a cave of mesmerising beauty it was,
"Explorers from all over the world it draws".
He demanded "Tell me of its location!",
The prince was clearly getting impatient.
"Noble prince thy must first be patient",
"for indeed, unsuccessful are the impatient".
He immediately regretted, apologized for his actions,
For they were accompanied by the strangest reactions.
"The cave is a place of impeccable beauty",
"But, to know further you'll have to fulfill a duty".
"And what would that be?" He inquired,
For he had now definitely been inspired.
"Promise me thy will get well soon",
"And never again shall thy swoon"
"For you shall find the cave; it's thy dream",
"And will be fired up with a new self esteem"
And so, the wise old man took his leave,
His visit had an effect none could perceive.
The prince astonishingly started to get well,
And felt that In his bed, he could no longer dwell.
And he read more and more of the mystical cave,
To find it, his heart had made him to crave.
With books around his bed, all piled up,
He had decided that he'd now pack up.
He'd long waited for the old man to be back,
He thought as he stared out into the black.
And suddenly, there was a knock on his door,
Quivering with excitement, he jumped to the floor.
And as he reached out to the door,
It was the old man, of it he was sure.
And he opened the door to that same soul,
But this time, in his hands he had a scroll.
"Ah my prince, how well can you now stand!"
But the prince's senses were fixed on his hand.
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Huh I couldn't find pictures that would go with the first part of the poem. Nevertheless, for the second part and the actual cave, I've come across loads of awesome pics. So, see you all next week with more from my best work till date. So long then. Ciao!
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