Heed not half-baked cookies called night dreams!
The mind goes crazy during sleep, it seems-
No sense or reason they ever show:
Empty nothings helping nowhere to go.

Not so the wakeful hour dreams-
They’re bright, power-packed sunbeams
Making the future colourful,
Keeping the trudge meaningful.

Inside cocoons of dreams lie
Lovely works of art waiting to fly.
Walk with the umbrella of dreams unfurled,
Unscorched and undrenched in the world.

Out of acorns of dream seeds
Grow oaks of tremendous deeds.
Out of wombs of dreams are delivered
Monuments that are for ever wondered.

Dreams often have sparked off revolutions
Ushering in the much-needed solutions.
Mental and literal shackles were broken,
Sprightly steps towards liberty were taken.

A cure for pain and misery,
Aims the researching visionary,
Wants to wipe out sorrow
From the world’s golden tomorrow.

Lifting spirits above the mundane
Dreams are an energy gain-
A kite soaring in the sky,
A guiding star to navigate by.

Dreams turn on hope’s spring,
Roses out of thorny bushes bring,
Like a battery in substance
Form the soul’s very sustenance.

Of dreams can we afford to be lavish,
All the goodies in life to wish-
May our dreams teem in thousands,
At least hundreds will land in our hands.