Thursday, November 30, 2006

He was made of sand and soil his house was made of wood and mud

He called it �Dream land� as his children slept and slept

Until they had dreams and dreams rightly he called it dream land

The sun rises late in dream land so the children could sleep

The noon was their morning but evening was their afternoon

The lunch was their breakfast and dinner was their lunch

The nights became day and day brought their dreams

They slept and dreamt as they too started calling it dream land.

The dogs slept the birds slept as their master dreamt

The old man is no more his children are still dreaming

The postman and courier man dream of their dreamland

Dreams are their property dreams are their memory

Dreams are their future still they call it the �house of dreams�




Dr. Sanjoy kumar satpathy, B/188 sector18 Rourkela769003, India


Sadasiv Swain

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