Tuesday, July 10, 2007

The Dream-prize.

I sink in my dreams
It seems bright, dreams are close-by
Running I go, the trail is never-ending.
It touches me like the wind
But I cannot touch it.
It takes me to water
It seems like I can swim
Little did I know of its depth
I sink with my dreams.
That's the price I pay for dreaming.

1 comment:

Saroja said...

Beautiful, Megha!