I dream, I dream, I dream,
Of my good old days
Of future and its pleasant ways
Hope my dream, forever it stays.
I dream of love in every heart
Hope for all struggling lot
A gift, of good, deed and thought.
I dream of man smiling forever,
Arms always raised in prayer,
Soul dressed in saintly attire.
I dream of peace and brotherhood,
Of harmless and safe neighborhood,
A friend, to share emotions, bad and good.
I dream of weapons turning to plough
With Showers of grace, from god above,
In hands, the grains of humanity, to sow.
Seema Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-dream-11/
