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Dream

Dream..

A dream is an art,
Which is made by heart..
Even, I made a dream,
Which was as soft as the cream..

My dream was you,
My life’s fate..
For I chose you,
As my life's mate..

I started loving you,
At the very first sight..
And kept thinking of you,
At each and every night..

Frankly speaking..
I didn't understand, when you touched my hand..
That feeling in me, was same, like the storm in the sea..
I love to feel your touch a lot,
Because it creates, your presence, when you are not..

Now at this instance,
I feel, you are around me..
Tight in your arms, I want to be..
Please, don’t wait for the morning dew,
Yes honey, because I wanna come with you..

Take me to the land far away,
Where I will listen and you will say..
There we will have our small house,
With lovely birds and no mouse..

Where love is all around,
And flowers all over the ground...
Where I care for you, and you for me,
And no one’s around, except you and me...

Dreaming all this, in a haste,
How I forgot, it is just a waste...
For dreams are made just to break,
Because, they don’t turn to reality for anyone’s sake...


Written by: Rashmi Ramesh

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