A dream kept alive, <br />somewhere trembling, <br />in the palms of consciousness, <br />summons each breath <br />from some unknown providence. <br />And gifts it to me, <br />in an unending hope <br />of its own fulfilment. <br />I know not what it is <br />and neither the one who dreams it...through me. <br />May be the God who created me. <br />People call this dream, life.<br /><br />Sarvesh Kulkarni<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-160/
