I am making
Friendship with dreams.
And dreams are not
Self-centered
That I know.
I know, cheaters
Though dreams are
They are my hope
And for them I am
Composing poems.
But my own words
Are not extending
Their helping hands,
My own language is
Not eligible to
Express me, I think.
My thinking process
Is wrong, my friend,
Dreams say.
Not meangingless
I am sure, what
I hear everyday
In dreams.
And I am making myself
Ready to spend the day
To enjoy the fruitful
Moment with dreams.
And dreams are there
In my voyage,
With a message
To feel secure
While living with days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a nice poem to read on friendship with dreams!