Dreams feels me as sacred in its own terms <br />Sometimes it comes and gives pleasure <br />I can see my departed relatives in my dreams <br />whose memories are more important to me <br /> <br />Dreams that I see in my sound sleep in night <br />Have such a curse of forgetting afterwards <br />The dreams stored in memories in such times <br />Are generally deleted by the human brain <br /> <br />The air travel still I had no experience at all <br />Have I experienced in my sweet dreams remember <br />From where did such memories and dreams comes from <br />Beyond my intelligence and thoughts of the time <br /> <br />Dreams felt as the unfulfilled events of life <br />That came and seems to be true in the exhibition <br />Dreams I love much in the sweet dreams of dear ones <br />Whom I loved in such an attraction of my youth.<br /><br />Gangadharan nair Pulingat..<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-477/
