Dreams Poem by Sanjib Das

Dreams



In the morning, got up with dream,
Dream in the wee hours of the night
It comes true-people say,
I hold tight to dream
With fear if dream vanishes.

Life is a stationary
That cannot fly like a bird
Life without dreams
Meaningless it is.
Dreams are the guide of life
Venus to our future.

Saturday, January 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
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