What is my dream
How can I tell you?
You are the dream and
Dream itself is you .
See the dreams in queue
And it is the space - empty
You are to wait
And let the filling complete.
Waiting is painful
That I know and for this
Arrangements are there for actions
And it is as per your mind.
Lock is yours and
Also the key, go and see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dreaming id living, and dream is God.