Swairik Das Poet Lyric

A Dream

I had gone to my dream, where I passed by those memories’,
there I saw that world, what I had lost, the time;
the nature was painted… like the season of spring.
I had gone to my dreams, where I passed by my memories’,
there again I met with the time, the time now running back,
till I met the waters’- from my deserted eyes.
I saw my smile I saw my tears
I saw myself with my own mirror.
There I saw the days and those shadows,
again I saw those broken hearts and those gone away hands for hand.
I felt as if I am still painting my life in those hours;
Where to make a hope and to make a new dream.
I had gone to my dream, where I passed by those memories’,
Those were the pictures I got from the golden frame……
my dream.

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