Dream matches no standard
in the blunt porch of life -
those who never find time,
leading life full of drive.
Docile way of thinking
is the other name of dream
for them who just run on
like a straw flown upstream.
Dream has a vital part
to play in boosting mind,
visualizing it does
a wonder of its kind.
Fall is the time, a tree
feels of new blooming deal;
bony brown branches
dream of a show to steal.
Clouds in cluster shower
down to earth in monsoon,
shining sun at the back
or dream for glowing moon.
So get a lesson now
from the nature's long stream
to take a certain vow
not to trim our sweet dreams.
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