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Aug 2016
The little girl loved collecting dreams
She travelled wild, she travelled far..
She collected dreams from all but me
Cast creed and age no bar.

And when her bag was full for the day,
She worked her magic on each of them.
The dreams came true for all who dreamt..
And their lives were no longer the same.

When we grew old, she came to us,
"whats your dream? To be able to dance?
To be rich and young? Having power?
Whatever be it, just tell me once."

"Oh i had one" I said to her
"It came true long before"
"How come? I have never been here"
Confused , she stopped at our door.

I held your face in my hands,
"How could my dreams not come true?"
When all i have ever dreamt of...
Was to grow old with you."
Dedicated to the love of my life
Sanchari Ghosh
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