An Indian Dream

When everything is going to end, 

I will not collect the remains, 

Instead, I will go to place of dreams, 

Where once my father took me, 

My friend told that my memories are like a wonderland,

And Alice can be the name of a boy, 

During fever, I don't want to taste medicine,

And you know besides the American dream, 

Which has overshadowed the world, 

In a corner lies my Indian dream, 

Who knows what it has happened in real, 

But I can still taste your saliva in my mouth, 

And the warmth of that kiss, that made me ill for a long time, 

Every time when a bird grows flight wings,

A new dream takes birth, 

And dreams are like reality,

They go with you where ever you go,

I met three classmates in a jungle,

But none of them asked me how am I, 

How am I, is not the matter, 

What I am going to be, transforming into, 

China says that the Indian Ocean is not India's ocean,

But the same thing not applies to the South China Sea, 

Though politics is not my field, 

But I know that my Indian dream is not just Indian, 

It can be Ethiopian or Syrian,

It can be Vietnamese or Nigerian,

As human has the same flesh and blood, and 

Their dreams are not written scripts in a particular language,

Nor these dreams follow the imaginary boundaries of the ocean, 

They don't stop when the walls of continents come in their way, 

They just know to grow and fly, 

To reach beyond the imagination,

To flourish, live and let live, 

Dreams and reality, together make my life, 

A life.