Dreams Poem by Shankaran Kutty

Long before the rooster calls
And the night breaks into a dawn
I toss and turn upon my bed, when
All those dreams of mine are born

I dream of fairy lands so far
Of mountains and plains so vast
Of events sad and depressing
And happy ones too, from the past

I dream of cricket matches where
I proudly wore the uniform blue
And alone won matches with
Performance, so good to be true

I dream of lands I haven’t gone
Of mountain peaks I dare to climb
Of lands covered with sheets of snow
Of beauty that doesn’t wither with time

Of times when people are filled with cheer
Where every mouth is daily fed
When with leaders with grit and vision
My country is always ably led

I dream of times when people are true
To their values and thus vanishes crime
When to do my daily chores
I don’t rush for there is ample time

For every dream I wake up to
A hundred ones die out in sleep
For some I wake up with a smile
With dreams that treasures thoughts to keep

I wish I could hold on to my dreams
So that they drive away my sorrow
To wipe out the evils from my past
To give me a fresh and new tomorrow

I know these dreams are what they are
They are just dreams not the truths they seem
Yet, still I dream of a time, each day
I wake up to the most beautiful dream