A paradise existed,
in the mind of a fool,
Who dreamt of things
Not attainable by him,
Like a very beautiful dame
As a bride, a Rolls Royce,
A big luxuriuos yatch,
A few millions' worth of house,
A private jet for his use,
But the dream was his own,
No one could question,
He laid on the sofa
And dreamt away to glory,
No string attached,
No cost to be paid,
Life like a dream hw spent,
All his hours of restful time,
To be savoured alone.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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