School of My Dreams

Dreams, I see very rarely,

But I remember them very fairly.

One night I saw a lovely dream,

A school of chocolate & cream.

It was big, huge and tall,

It seemed as if it was going to fall.

But it stood hard for very long,

And I could hear a sweet song.

On entering it, I saw,

Playing children, without the teacher's claw.

Singing, playing, running and gossipping,

And I could see a place even for shopping.

Shop shop shop and shop,

Even music, rock, or pop.

I came to know the song,

It was of a boy singing for very long.

No, he was not of the flesh,

But of choco very fresh.

Every tree, and cloud flying,

Everywhere was cream lying.

It seemed more like a Chocolate than a school,

Believe me, I saw, I am not making you fool.

Every child ran and play,

no race, without any fray.

That's the joy of life I seek,

My whole life, not days or weeks.

That's the freedom, I seek,

I want to spend time laughing up to cheeks