I marinated my dreams with yogurt
Just to give extra flavors, all the spices I did mix and insert
I let them sit for a bit to mix them well together
Arranged them with onions and peppers of my priority in the skewer
I relished a few of my dreams, enjoyed the momentary grains of time
But sometimes I overcooked, and they got burnt with time.
And I flew with the wind, my dreams also floated
Upon the wings of multi-colored clouds, around the universe yet, I wasn’t tired
Even I flew towards the endless horizon of fantasies
And my soul did imbue with ecstasies.
But then, as I stood and stared to behold the sight so rare,
I got melted hearing a temple bell ringing at my heart, here.
I did wear a mother’s costume
As the benevolent life poured their dreams in my bosom
I now prioritize my little world’s dreams
To me, Ah, now it’s the supreme!
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