It becomes a hobby of mind
To build a castle in the air
A beautiful castle I propose
The foundation and basement in hopes
In place of hard granite stones
It becomes my ambition
To build a beautiful castle
Where hope is the superstructure
The hardness of hope I felt
The windows and window bars in iron
Painted with silver coats for a look
There I wish to lay the emery paper
Not in ordinary terms but coated in hopes
The lintels and beams as usual
The form work of best method I wish
I know how to make the castle
But only through hopes I can build
A roof slab there I envision
Plastered in the top layer with hopes
I know where hope is in layer spread
Leakage of roof in heavy rain stopped
I know the dreams are filled with hopes
When awoke I felt it was an illusion
An illusion that I saw in mind of hope.
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Yes, dreams are filled with hopes. Very nice lines.