Dream
By the shore of a pond the stroke of misty breeze
The brook calls and the sounds unheard seize
Rhythmic ripples gazing at the smiling flowers
Green boughs bob and frantically dance
The birds are sprinkling melodies all around
The cattle are fearless and grazing in the ground
What celebration; what ecstasy on the birth of a girl child
What satisfaction to see a wrinkled face smile
Food finds its way to all the mouths
Brotherhood, harmony and love in the crowd
Poverty vanishes prosperity thrives
I wish my dream actually survives
