I have seen in the faces
Agony and pain of thousand years
In the corner of corner less heart
I feel them to create surging waves
Like a spider nets a web one upon another
To reflect the sadness in my face
To get the relief from the iron clutches
I take help of my imagination
And walk in my those fantastic dreams
I become the king and the richest man
In one hand a touch stone and in other
The Wonderful lamp, with the touches
I give them light and vanish all the pain
With the cracking sound of my breaking dream
I awake as I was deep in sleep and realize
That the life is real and the reality is
Very rough and tough, no ways to escape,
One has to face, test the bitter taste
Where I was then that was a fairy land
Full of my fancies and whims.