A Mediocre Dream

 

"Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them."

-----Joseph Heller

Blue curtains

Lie crumpled on the floor,

Like the remains of a dream.

They are not needed any more

To adorn the windows,

To prevent the glaring sunlight

From entering the bedroom.

They are not needed any more,

For nobody inhabits the house any more.

The balcony lie empty,

Untidy,

For nobody cared to clean it.

Once someone wanted to

Deck it with potted plants.

Windows with blue curtains,

Balcony with potted plants,

Modular kitchen,

Branded water-purifiers -

All the ingredients of a mediocre dream

Breath their last,

For nobody cares for that dream now.

Mediocre dreams are like plants,

Needing someone to water them,

To care for them.

But I have traded them

For achievement.

And my fragile mediocre dreams 

Failed to withstand

The glare of brilliance.

© 2018. Swagata Tarafdar. All rights reserved.


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