Whenever, I see birds, I see dream,
To touch the unending end; the skies,
Who says, we don't have feather?
We fly with the dream -dream feather,
Lord's providence; dream through eyes,
That makes a silly man, great and wise,
Whenever I see fishes, I see dream,
To swim and search; what hid in water?
To go against the stream; up to origin
For truth and for the justice for the ken,
Lord has kept dream in us through eyes,
That makes the silly man, great and wise
Human instinct, a joy of dreamy drink,
O! Men and women with dream laden eyes
Dream high-high, never dream rinky-dink
We die, when our lovely dream dies
Lord has putt dream flame in us through eyes,
That makes the silly man, great and wise
What, if there‘s no dreamy dream altar
We would have been, either in peace or in war
Aftab Alam
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