THE DREAM LAST NIGHT
The miracle land is my place
I have the nights I have the days
I really make you amaze
I control your routine phase
This the sky told me once at my face
Come with me to a wonder ride
To the places brighter than bright
To the places for greatest sights
And you will lose your greatest fright
Said the sky who was higher than heights
I sat down on his cotton seat
And I went to the miracle land so sweet
It took me somewhere hotter than heat
And also somewhere neater than neat
It shook me and said there are still many’er to meet
It took me to a blackish ring
Where I could see my ancestors sing
Where I saw the kings of king
Where Akbar the great was still aiming to begin
And also the agitation of the great Bhagat Singh
I said to myself what’s next I can’t think
It took me to the future that I can’t explain
The aim of the evil the evil aim
Where the Man had become the devil as I exclaim
What to call them I had no name
I hate those people whom to which I blame
Now the wonder hole was done
We went till the moon we went till the sun
Then my father carried out, “wake up son!”
Soon I realized that my dream was just a fiction
But I won’t forget this dream for reason some
Zain.H.yusuf
The miracle land is my place
I have the nights I have the days
I really make you amaze
I control your routine phase
This the sky told me once at my face
Come with me to a wonder ride
To the places brighter than bright
To the places for greatest sights
And you will lose your greatest fright
Said the sky who was higher than heights
I sat down on his cotton seat
And I went to the miracle land so sweet
It took me somewhere hotter than heat
And also somewhere neater than neat
It shook me and said there are still many’er to meet
It took me to a blackish ring
Where I could see my ancestors sing
Where I saw the kings of king
Where Akbar the great was still aiming to begin
And also the agitation of the great Bhagat Singh
I said to myself what’s next I can’t think
It took me to the future that I can’t explain
The aim of the evil the evil aim
Where the Man had become the devil as I exclaim
What to call them I had no name
I hate those people whom to which I blame
Now the wonder hole was done
We went till the moon we went till the sun
Then my father carried out, “wake up son!”
Soon I realized that my dream was just a fiction
But I won’t forget this dream for reason some
Zain.H.yusuf

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