A Dream-Seller
I'm a dream-seller,
I sell dream every day;
You all can buy it,
But you have not to pay.
The dream of fairy isle,
The dream of shining day;
You can buy it from me,
But you haven't to pay.
I dream of great nation
Who won't have envy's eyes;
Who will cry for others,
But won't wait for it's prize.
I have a sweet sweet dream,
I want to share with all;
Fighting for religion,
Will push us to sure fall.
Why don't we make a land,
Where everyone writes poem,
Humanism is there;
Combating is no aim?
You also can sell dream,
In exchange of rainbow;
Then spread seven colors,
To make friend out of foe.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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