A festival of Dreams !

We all see big dreams by dawnon new year, 

Amid these sweets, few we lull in our tear, 

And In meadow of these dreams our time pass's 

Away, then we forget, all in our life's tussle.

And seldome wereceive salary of our vassals, 

After some respite, mind again starts fishing, 

But heart-disappear.

Yes! mind is always, a festival of dreams, 

That sews and dresses them on diverse themes, 

Multiple perish away into it's hollows, only few reveals, 

Come flower Fille! I have a fresh-cut, parcel of dreams

And you break out-the seals.

Amen! our vessel may compass, the sure and sincere scenes.