Dreams are in a delightful flowers,
In Nights, they are in the hands of closed petals.
In Days, they are in the hands of open petals.
Everyhands, knocks the door of mind, to step into the way of dream

Gandhi dreamed India as a democratic one,
Now Indian enjoys Gandhi’s dream.
Bharthi dreamed Women as a educated one,
Now Women enjoys  Bharthi’s  dream.


I  too have a dream! Oh Almighty,
A  day should come  where a bloded brothers of mine
Would rise up from the graveyards
To excuse the pleaded dogs of srilanka
Who were an inhumantarians of the whole universe.
Wounded hearts are never ready to Wound other hearts…
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