An outstanding poem, Swati, and this line, to me, is the soul of it.
If we don’t stay in touch with the may-bes, we lose our stories, have nothing to tell, stagnant, decline, die.
Not so much a wish or a dream but a belief there is something else around the corner, down the street, in the next town. That’s what keeps us going.
Thank you for this; it gave me much to ponder.