Dreams
Dreams of young age are like a twist of a young lady early in the morning.
They are ignorant from realities.
When they come under the umbrella of hot sun
They become nervous.
After hot mid day, dazzling evening comes like
icy dew droplet’s.
Then night becomes joyous.
Some times night becomes lovers lovely embracing
and some times night
becomes like a hot desert.
Al these depends upon the percentage of success about our dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem on dream with good imagery.