Dream
made me to smile when I was a child
Sometimes it frightened me
in the form of a snake
Dreams were coloured when I grew up
In
certain points I hate it
Now, I am afraid
of my dreams
It
cumulated in me like wastes as in the waste bin
Teasing,
laughing and cursing at me
The
unfulfilled ones wandering around me
Like
a ghost and showing their thirst wildly
Now
I am saturated with the collection of dreams
I am
planning to set up a retail outlet
If
someone wants to purchase it
I am
able to give them of their own taste
Shape,
size and colour they want
If
my business grows up
I am
planning to set up a factory
Since I myself, a
factory of dreams