Weaving new dreams
I fly on the wings of fantasy
Bidding adieu to all
With my zestful wings
I fly to the azure sky
Wearing shining diamond rings.
In the midst of moon and the stars
I dance with enthusiasm and play guitar
Sometimes play hide and seek with the cloud
Sometimes with transient rainbow I am crowned
With the wings of fantasy, I knit new dreams
Of my beloved and me singing songs romantic
Sitting in a garden full of colourful flowers
promising always to love and live together.
Its good occasionally to fly on the wings of fantasy
To relieve oneself from the mundane realities
To live in fantasy is a blessing divine
With love, beauty and happiness one thrives.
©® Rita Chugh
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