Dream weaves like a music in my life,
My 'Self' rises in its aspiration,
The burning desire causes its precipitation.

Like a formless cloud it starts engulfing me,
I start sailing along, with the hope it will find its home,
When it will rain to spread the greenery all around.

But it will have to pass the muster of Sun's heat,
Where it can burst during its incubation,
In its peregrenation, only to form another formless cloud.

Its end will it achieve one day,
The rainbow will be born,
My Pride, My sweat, My chef-d'oeuvre.