He was made of sand and soil his house was made of wood and mud
He called it “Dream land” as his children slept and slept
Until they had dreams and dreams rightly he called it dream land
The sun rises late in dream land so the children could sleep
The noon was their morning but evening was their afternoon
The lunch was their breakfast and dinner was their lunch
The nights became day and day brought their dreams
They slept and dreamt as they too started calling it dream land.
The dogs slept the birds slept as their master dreamt
The old man is no more his children are still dreaming
The postman and courier man dream of their dreamland
Dreams are their property dreams are their memory
Dreams are their future still they call it the “house of dreams”
Dr. Sanjoy kumar satpathy, B/188 sector18 Rourkela769003, India
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