Pixy snatches our lucrative dreams
Making a touch with a magical stick.
She gathers all these dream
And distributes among deprived dreamers.
Our dreams are their true story.
They work on their dreams, we do business.
We sell them in Pataldanga Lane,
Sometimes wipes it out into a dustbin.
We think, they do. we fear, they roar
Our imagination is their success.
We fail to fight to get back our right
while they die to fly from daedalous labyrinth.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
Pixy snatches our lucrative dreams
Making a touch with a magical stick.
She gathers all these dream
And distributes among deprived dreamers.
Our dreams are their true story.
They work on their dreams, we do business.
We sell them in Pataldanga Lane,
Sometimes wipes it out into a dustbin.
We think, they do. we fear, they roar
Our imagination is their success.
We fail to fight to get back our right
while they die to fly from daedalous labyrinth.
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