Lying on the bed I dream with open eyes,
the upshots of the day, the truths and lies...
The dark blue sky and the pounding autumn rain
unable to suppress my mind's thought train...
Lying there in the humble room of my physical self,
my mind cherishes the riches of life and all that pelf...
Boundless of all confines it drifts through the void,
away from the dogma of ideas which millions have toyed...
Away it goes through the mountains and valleys,
where the heaven showers only happiness and merries...
Oblivious of the ails and pains of the ruthless world,
it takes delight in watching the world unfurled...
They call it childish, they call it foolish,
but the very same dreams, they themselves cherish...
