"Minute hand rushing in the frame.
Seems like it's catching its train.
All the past filled with pains,
Sky is blue but it still rains,
Dreams are true only when you sleep.
They don't come true even if you weep.
Kids keep your eyes close,
So, your dream can't become a chaos.
But you need to study, get ready,
Play with your teddy, meet your daddy.
Time's really less for fantasy.
But dreams are really fancy.
Dreams are filled with sweet and lovely cream,
But time's not letting me dream."
written by: Eiman Asif
(Multan, Pakistan)
*Dreams are source of love, imaginations, pleasure, joy, happiness and best moments that we wished for in our life, but the bitter truth is that we need to wake up at last and end our beautiful imaginary life and enter into the miserable and cruel sad life and need to suffer again, again and again, until we sleep and Dream again.
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