A Festival Of Dreams Poem by AFFAQ NABI

We all see big dreams by dawn of the new year,  
Amid these sweet dreams, we lull a few in our tears,
May our vessel have a compass,
And in the meadow of these dreams, our time passes.
Away, then we forget, all in our life's tussle.

And seldom do we receive the salaries from vassals,  
After some respite, the mind again starts fishing,  
But the heart is disappeared.
Yes! the mind is always, a festival of dreams.

That weaves them on diverse themes,  
Multiple perish into its hollows,
But only a few are revealed.
Come flower, Fille!  
I have a fresh-cut parcel of dreams,  

And I invite you to break the seals. Amen!
May our vessel have a compass
To repture some sure and sincere scenes.