Neva really thought of myself without my dreams….neva really found myself alone cuz my dreams were always there to stand by and hold me.
I dream not to move but to glide; I dream not to swim but to dive,
On the sands of time, my dreams are noth’ng but mirages of scintillating passions of mine!
Dreams Oh! Dreams you stay by whilst I toil, crawl and cry …through thicks & thins and testing times. Whether I shimmer or go dimmer…. In the wake of every little or mightier inhibition, there’s a promise I hold so dear to always endeavour to realise my visions and aspirations only to give shape to my dreams and desires.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem