Treasure Island

shrija swapnil

(25th November 1999)

My Dream for the Dream


Dreams are not just a fairy tale,
One who don't dream, often fails!
To dream is to dare and share,
Many happy moments to care!

Dreams are wonder in thunder,
And putting us in deep ponders!
OH! Dreams are quite imperative,
Making human beings thus creative!

I wish! May God help me dream,
For keeping me in main stream!
I sincerely thank Almighty God,
For incarnating me a human being!

Only human beings can dream,
True humans can fairly dream.
Where dreams are not fairy tale,
Keeping us far away from fail.

Dreams are not just fairy tale,
One who don't dream, often fails!
Only human beings can dream,
True humans can fairly dream.

Submitted: Sunday, July 14, 2013
Edited: Sunday, July 14, 2013
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