Everyone dreams!
but what if I dream in abundance
walk twists and turns not a smooth entrance
just to fit one more dream within the dream
while the dream dreams with scanty gaze.
A blinkered horse shall surely win the race
never deeming what it missed sideways.
Never mind, dreams as I know are always
renewable and as I choose I never define,
I never limit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem