Dream is like a fairy tale

Which is run to catch it fail.

Doctrine of reality is to toil

Where one drops his tears in soil.

Dream is like an new bride

Who makes her groom to glide.

O reality! your coming i fear

My dreamy book you tear.

Dream unfolds before all

A world of fantasy to fall.

O reality! you spear all hearts

You offer nothing but hurts.

Though dream remains a dream

Still I love to dream.

O reality you have scarcely to add to life

You take our strength to strive.

O reality! my lovely DREAM WORLD you theft

No more gliding and geeging you left.

Go..Go away..and AWAY..

And in my DREAM WORLD let me sway.

This is the first poem which I had written when I was in my 9th standard. It was the affectionate  effect of my beloved teachers Mr. J.L Singh, Mr. Brijlal Shaw, Mr. Thankachan P.A and Mr. D.B Sharan. I will remain indebted to them forever for helping the love for literature to sprout in me and nourishing with their continuous soulful help and support.