Saddening Sunday Poem by Shubham Agnihotri

Would you like to have a visit to my dream-land?
I will take you along and cicerone my plotted heart.
How strong I do appear out for you,
How happy my smile would mean for you,
There are some dreams of you, you don't know,
and how brutally the tsunami tears me apart in; unknown you.
You might not have seen the tears I poured
I am shedding drops and writing an epicedian.
What if the almanac calls it the spring,
My heart knows the fall day by day; long-lasting autumn.
Will you believe 'the paper' or my mysterious pain?
I would choose to perish while rebuilding my dream,
Wise you and say that I should not scream.
I want to rise, stand up on my feet,
How many times can you witness my defeat?