Dream Poem by Mahfooz Ali

When I was a little boy playing with bicycle and sipping tea,
I would have a vision of what things were going to be.
I would wear a veil and a boxing gloves all made of leather,
I 'd have a loving girl beside me but, I never saw her face.
As I grew older over time, and matured from year to year,
the vision never left me and it became crystal clear.
I 'd start to recognize her face but, I never knew her name,
and I knew I 'd always be with her and love her just the same.
Now the day has come for a young boy's dream-come-true,
I will take the name of my, don't know, would be wife,
as I say 'I do! '