When I was a child like you
I saw the dreams too.
But when the night offs on the screen
My mother becomes the devil of my dream.

By awaking me from my dreamy sleep
She becomes the reason for my weep.
But if you think your dream is small as grain
So, it's just a myth of your foolish brain.

So never and ever see dream as small
Wake up again if ever you fall.

If your dreams ever fade
Look into your life shade.
You will find your dream in attic
Where you keep your precious authentic.

So see many and more dreams
Grow up fast as smooth as cream.
And be as strong as a diamond
But don't tell this to anyone your dream has summoned.