Written by Writer Shweta Ranjane and Edited by Editor Mrinali Jadhav

Dreams, they dance like flames so bright,
they beckon me, to take a flight,
to a world, where everything's just right.
They are like kites in the sky,
soaring high, my heart they satisfy,
yet fear creeps in, a looming sigh,
their distance from reality, gets me alarmed.

Time, a precious gem, so rare,
an enigma wrapped in a mystery,
seemingly boundless, yet fleeting in history,
each tick, each tock,
reminding me, that moments are mere,
and to seize them, I must dare.
It's a race, I run, 
at my own pace,to craft my destiny.

Moments, a kaleidoscope of hues,
A canvas of life's play,
painting life, with emotions so true,
symphony of colors, night and day,
where hope blossoms, like a bright rainbow.
Go with the wave, or turn the tide,
life's ocean, offers an endless ride,
with each crest, and each trough, 
I decide,to seize the moment, or let it slide.

Eyes, like a hawk's, they watch and wait,
to see me falter, to see me hesitate,
but I'll dazzle them, with my fiery state,
like a star, I'll rise, and radiate,
my dreams, my moments, my destiny, 
I'll create.

Dreams, like whispers in my ear,
beckon me to journey without fear,
to a place, where doubt disappears,
and happiness shines, so crystal clear.
A dauntless discoverer,
Moving to the cadence of her own soul,

Embracing every chance that comes knocking, 
being the high tide moon, Holding 
the gaze of the room!I am one step closer to achieving my grandest dreams, soaring 
towards the sky like a majestic phoenix,
leaving behind the ashes of doubt and fear
Weaving a tapestry of my aspirations.

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