Even that minuscule dream,
Remains tiny forever,
We scaffolds it with unknown walls,
Walls of so called reality, being clever,
We don’t even dream like a dream,
Coz we bathe in it with disbelief,
We try to dance with open eyes,
Without breaking man-made rules of relief,
We analyze it with experiences,
Forgetting its mysterious nature,
On one hand we trust in it,
Other hand we disbelief in superhuman
creature.
We waste power in proving,
Our dream as opposite of reality,
Forgets to act incessantly,
Finally erases our own originality,
We limit its extreme possibilities,
Yet calls it a “Dream”,
Judge it with our own limited
understandings,
And then blames the supreme.
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