Stars I can see at any time,
But dreams are not under me.
Stars are there always
Up above the sky.
But no one can say dreams
Are there in sleeps and they
Appear as per the will of
Sweet sleeps.
Let me go to sleep,
But I fear the bad-dreams,
They may appear to
Give me a bad signal of life.
And as such I am awake
And busy in my works all days.
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