I am a dream cage
With the wings of soul,
Dream flies,
‘Tis an internal phenomenon,
Yet seems to come in, through eyes,
What life, a blank page,
Inked by the hidden sage,
With dream it rise,
Act of sublime and wise,
Dream must not be an ice that melts,
Dream should be water to be frozen into ice,
Dream, the life's foot step; an indicating machine,
Be cool, keep patience, be nice.
Aftab Alam
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