DREAM
The prettiest wanderer she is!Sometimes in blue or black or green;
Colorless comes she at times.
Comes she as the flower of hope
To hopeless minds. There are some
For whom she is the life.
The pleasure she gives is vein and fickle
For the idle minds.
Not those wise men ever dream-
For their dreams are followed by actions.
Poem by: Parvathy.R St. Teresa's College
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