I dream, I dream, I dream,
Of my good old days
Of future and its pleasant ways
Hope my dream, forever it stays.
I dream of love in every heart
Hope for all struggling lot
A gift, of good, deed and thought.
I dream of man smiling forever,
Arms always raised in prayer,
Soul dressed in saintly attire.
I dream of peace and brotherhood,
Of harmless and safe neighborhood,
A friend, to share emotions, bad and good.
I dream of weapons turning to plough
With Showers of grace, from god above,
In hands, the grains of humanity, to sow.
Lucid and free flowing, what grace! Ah...Felt like cool water running down a hilltop.... Thanks for such a beautiful poem. Ash (Rishi's Dad)
My dream prayer, Seema- dream of peace and brotherhood, Of harmless and safe neighborhood, A friend, to share emotions, bad and good.
In light of what happened today in your country...we all need a dream to come true...a dream of peace and good will towards all men would be welcomed. But if you don't put down the terrorist who committed this horrible act they will kill anyone an all who disagree with them. Until all are dead or agree. Hope things improve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a beautiful dream it is and I wish all the said dreams of you will be fulfilled....its a lovely poem so smooth and soul filling, you have an extremely good talent of making the readers to feel the words written in your poems and take them to the imaginery ride of the dream you sew Seema ji...i luvd it thanks 10++++++++ nd A+++ rgds asif