It's the time to dream
Shuffling the mind
The dream comes absentmindedly
Playing at the corner of the heart.
Be the young or old, dream all
There is no witness of dreams, though.
Dream comes within the scene of its own
Some dreams suddenly becomes true.
There are no meaning of many dreams
Yet no one can stop dreaming.
Night passes by dreaming
This is a mystery of creation
When someone stops dreaming
All the commentary on life will stop.
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Author:
Hakikur Rahman (
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