Everyone in his life has a dream,
which never ends like a long river-stream.
Again gets created in the heart, if fulfilled,
large castles in our mind we begin to build.
Some dreams may not come true,
but in the journey of life they give us some clue.
Increases in magnitude day by day
and in some corner of the heart they lay.
I spend my days in reality with sorrow,
But at night my dreams helps happiness to borrow.
I’m the hero of my dreams at night,
winning many hearts over, through my emotions bright.
I made humans and animals to glow,
with my strongest emotion of love.
waking in the morning, I just scream,
after all, it was just a dream.
Wonderfully crafted!
Keep ’em coming.
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That’s great!
I must say you have an amazing blog.
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All the best to you!
I am sure you’ll do great here too.
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Dreams, there’s solace in them❤❤
Nice poem..
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I have a dream too.. ☺
Very nice… nice blog….
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This is written so beautifully❤️
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It’s Priya
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It’s alright😉
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Dreams need not come true always, but aims will…..well composed poem..
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Wow.. That was well written! I somehow feel that writings are just immortal, no matter when you write them.
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Haha…very good…loved it
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Cheers
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I love this
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