I had dreamt
Of the stars in the sky
-so beyond my reach
The rich tapestry called 'Dreams'.
But were they ever my own?
After the dark, dark night
Came the first ray of dawn,
The first ray of Hope.
Today, I stitch this Hope
Into a fabric of my Being.
I pattern out stars,
And call them Dreams.
Dreams and Hope tailored
For me,
Coz' when the darkness falls again,
I can still dream 'my own Dreams'.
-Dishna Phukan
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