poem

Victims of our own dreams,
We hang ourselves to death countless time in a day,
By the strands of our ambitions
We tore down on our way.
Optimism overtaken, by a need for survival,
Hope lost in the gloom of life,
Glasshouses broken, and the last boats burned down,
There are no loyalties, no betrayals.


- Dhaval Kulkarni
August 10, 2007