Poem By Archana Prabahar
Dreams remain as feast after twilight
If we had an adorable day in the past.
Dreams, the reflection of mind, fetch
Happy hours for the happy soul.
Dreams, the vast imagination of mind
Fulfills the joy of heart at rest.
So solemnly dream for the self as well
For the world and for the need.
Imaginations, the powerful sword of
Achievement reflects as dreams at rest.