The Dreams

The Dreams short poem

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Stories comes and go
Some fascinating some horrific
Shows new journey in new ways
Shows new goals to be achieved
Achievements to be accomplished
Steps towards goal
Land of happiness where no went ever
Have seen the view
But no experience
Horror land to horrify hearts
Peace never seen virtual
Delicious land to be explored
Ambitious land to be stepped
Lands of relations to be flourished
Worlds of thoughts experiencing nights
Sadness land bring tears and takes off curves
Wonderland all wants to go
Songs no one sang ever want to sing
A new world with eyes shut
Open eyes the world disappears
Stories stay stories in impossible world
Imaginations keep lives alive
Place we are director of our own land

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KUSUMITA MUKHERJEE
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“Stories stay stories in impossible world”

Love this line. The whole poem is fascinating.

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