Long ago in the forests of our youth
We’d climb the trees and far flung branch.
That’s where I left my dream
Hanging onto the old wood bark.
Still I haunt the dried out tree,
In the light of the setting sun
Too far to reach,
And now,
I dare not climb.
Rijul Ballal 
Is it too late to catch up with that dream , I wonder ?
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