Your Dream

Your dream is colourful like the summer,
And its change is like variety of the wildflower.

Your dreams inhabit the brain with joy,
Further than anything to enjoy or employ.

Where are the nights in dreams now?
When I was old, the dark night became a row.

Arguing on the interpretation of dreams
Cancels your experience of their teams.

The real eyebrows sleep and when awake
The eyes are fully stunned, much intake.

The dreams of youth supply us with fun,
Too many hearts are spoilt with electrification.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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