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

8 thoughts on “Dream

  1. suzette portes san jose

    a place to be and faces to see… the daily scenes and its wonders… brings about the dream and the reality molded by the passing of time… nicely penned 🙂

    1. Dr. Hitendra Goyal Post author

      Respected Suzette Portes San Jose, very much humbled by the kind appreciation.


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