You are the distant dream yet to arrive at the gate of my driveway, <br />You are the colorful flowers that bloom on the sides of the Highways, <br />You are the music notes yet to be composed and sung in the Broad way, <br />You are the cool air, when I enter into a car on a hot day, <br />You are the chilled soft drink that quenches the thirsty in hot May, <br />You are the Kashmiri woolen blanket that warms me when winter stays. <br /> <br />You are the distant mist that hides the pain of reality, <br />You are the frequent waves that tinkle the soiled feet, <br />You are the cry of the new born to the ear of the new mother, <br />You are the whisper of the ocean during the quiet weather, <br />You are the vital oxygen that I need now and ever, <br />You are the electric impulse that runs my heart further and further.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yor-are-my-dream/
