Every night in my sleep,
It whispers words in my ears,
And throws colors in my eyes.
It whispers words in my ears,
And throws colors in my eyes.
The colors and the words,
Together form a story,
A story calAled dream.
So beautiful is the story,
That anybody would like it,
To be the life.
But as I get up in the morning,
Gone is the dream,
Hiding itself in some corner of this void,
Amused to see me seeking it whole day
Published by Neetu Wali
I belong to the beautiful state of Jammu and kashmir from India. I have done masters in business administration View profile
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