My Dream
Like the disobedient spring, tucked on scarlet Petal.
Perched between tangible illusion and fake certainty.
Like the obstinate summer, floating on a restless heart
Bewildered between an ecstatic snuffle and a gloomy grin
Like the impassive winter, drowned in a dew drop
Flourishing between disastrous truth and amusing lies
Like the traitorous monsoon, heavy with sincere remorse
Combating childish desire and the lazy surrender
That’s my dream .