Abraham Lincoln came
In to my dream and
Told me whatever you are,
You are the best, and
Try to be remained as
The best there for long.
How Abraham Lincoln
Came to my dream
That is not the question,
But the question is
How I dream it at this noon.
Am I not truthful to
My life and to my earth?
Am I fearful what you
Imagine here at this hour?
Do I believe in luck?
And what is a luck,
Is it not created by me?
All the answers are there
But I am not willing to
Listen anyone in my dream.
I know anything can be
Happened in dreams,
You know I am the creator
Of my own dream that is
Here at this time.
I wish, dream appeared.
I wish, Abraham Lincoln came.
What I will wish
That will happen, no
Quaranty of though.
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