I met with friends in secret hideouts, to visit crime scenes we did try.
As teenage dawned, so did reality, dreams trumped by a specific plan,
- To score well in a particular examination, to bring pride to my clan.
Dreams of youth are ambitious, I wanted to prevent the third world war,
Tried twice to become a diplomat - the Mains exam were the toughest so far.
The almost adult in me made peace, and moved quietly on in life,
Settled to be a regular 9 to 5, and a husband to a doting wife.
Dreams of middle age are audacious, I wanted to work towards zero suicide,
In mission mode I would drive myself, with the team steadfast by my side.
Half went this way, half went that way, just me and my shadow remains,
While people keep dying left and right, I choose to craft poems of pains.
Dreams of old age are annihilating, they consume you to the core,
Of who you are, what could have been, and what life has still in store.
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