If I perches your words
at the middle of the alignment,
on a white blank paper
It looks like a fine Jar,
with full of fresh water
If I drink some water from it,
on a thirsty summer day
I feel cool and ***
And I can imagine a dream
And after the dream,
I see rest of the water has flew away
It has become an empty Jar
And water never comes into it
So I am dreaming on the next sight.

@ Musfiq us shaleheen