He reached a place where the road widened
And they called dreamers dwell
And when he went to the market
He saw everybody standing
And waiting for their turn
He too stood in queue to inquire
And they said we all are dreamers
We are highly optimistic tribe
And we play the game of luck
How can be a gambling den
Be the dreamers' city with optimistic tribe.
Do gambling and dream go together?
He wise man moved on from the place.
Most of us are indeed dreamers, wasting away our lives chasing a mirage. When life becomes a gamble, no good can come out of it. A thoughtful write. A10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Optimistic! Thanks for sharing.