What is a dream?
Dream is a cream
Which is tasty
But not a pastry
Dreams can be made
Dreams can be said
Some dreams are bad
Which make us sad
Some dreams are good
Like our favourite food
Dreams can be seen both in day and night
But not in a website
Dream is such a thing
Which gives us wings
To fly high
In the blue sky
4 comments:
Yes... Bubka... We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true. With every wish... Be a Big Dreamer.... Love you always... :)
welcome to blogging...dear bro...i had already told u...this is a very sweet poem...plus remember...U RHYME BETTER THAN UR SIS...:P...all the best...
hey i was just browsing blogs....and found this poem really nice and sweet...keep it on kiddo...
You are a great kid aishik! and with a real good name (though not as good as mine) and a nice thinking head... I hope you get to realise all your dreams (not all though... because then you won't realise the importance of failures)!!
I shall be watching this space!!
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