Dreams For Sale Poem by Satheesan Rangorath

Everybody floats in neck deep of dreams.
Some swims fast in butterfly strokes.
Some moves in breast strokes so fast.
Some crawls under pressure of life.
Some are swift in quick side strokes
Some glides on back strokes like a dolphin,
forcing a jet stream of water off their mouth.
My freestyle kicks me off to finishing point.
I dive deep into the depth of life.
There is a storehouse of hidden treasures.
I salvaged some from the abysses of mind,
I have some dreams for sale too, any buyers please?
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