Ode to the Dreamers

This poem came to me in the darkness of a night on which nothing could save me but the words from the deepest of my reaches. I have repeated this poem time and again to myself since.

              Ode to the Dreamers

For us, are the highest mountains,

For us, are the deepest valleys,

For us, are the lush green pastures,

For us, is the evergreen spring,

For ours is a hunted breed

For ours is the troubled kind

For we live in the world, yet never with it

For we know of humanity, yet never of humans

For we live at the edge of oblivion

For we spread our wings and fly towards the horizon

For we are crushed, yet never crumble

For we inch ourselves, yet never give up

For we have anguished, yet never languish

For we dream in the dark with our eyes open

For we never lose sight of the setting sun

For we pay the price in every breath we draw

For we stand our ground and never withdraw

Ours is the world for today and forever

Ours is the world from dusk till dawn

Ours is the kind that will persevere

Refined in the furnaces of this world

Ours is the kind that will shine

                      Anirudh Sathe