My dreams are dead like a silent street

Silence of dream;daunting my heart

On those days i thought my dreams

.Will bloom like a bouquet of flowers.

But now i am rowing in the vast ocean

of my lifeless,worthless dead dreams.

Now i realize what dreams are;it is

that which makes man to stand at the

                                                                 -verge of death

Dreams are like a flower as it blooms like

a bird kid and show their heavinly pride but

they didnt think that they have to die,Someday

Likewise dreams are like a worthless bunch

of waste having ,no mercy on human.

Nones dream come to an end pridely as they

Are like human wish,human wish hopes

for a rain to its dry heart,but when the

rain falls down it never stops

Now if anyone asks me "what is your great dream?"

I will answer "it is that i wouldnt like to have

                                                                           -any dream"!

My answer may hurt the narrators soul

but my soul know what will be end of

                                                                 -a dream.

And i also know that my dream that is the condition of

Not having any dream is also a dream that will not get

                                                                                -fullfilled

In the past,present or future.

As i am a human,a son of almighty should have to bear

The fate drown in the POISONOUS  lake of dreams.