Dreaming Poem by Nash Thomas

I worked for a sample survey,
Met a man and women in a colony,
There was no proper drainage system,
He was an artist, artist with slight income,
His wife was a craft lady,
I wondered, how they could adjust-
In such a dirty place to dwell,
And do the duty of creative work,
A place with the smell of dirty water,
A place with the smell of drainage,
When I entered the house,
This was full of flowers and paintings,
Then I knew a fact,
One can dream,
One can dream,
Even in the midst of dirty places,
And forget the real pity state,
By seeing a dream of beauty,
In the mind, only a rare talent can see,
To attain a better life, by dreaming,
Just dreaming, dreaming.....
I am sure, One day they will win,
They will win,
They will win,
Only through the endless dreaming.