I was dragged by the dream, and I set out to find it.

I've passed through a number of homes, Have seen a number of familiar faces—

I occasionally get lost on an unfamiliar path.

The mind, on the other hand, is eager to get its hands on that dream.

That day will return year after year, when I will face the dream.

There is no break for a dream;
It floats like the waves of the sea.

There is nothing wrong with desiring to touch it.

I have loved to weave dreams since childhood.

I'll return to the dream over and over, sleeping in the lap of memories!

Returning to the well-worn path and recalling several colourful stories will instil confidence in me.

I dream of coming home as much as I dream of winning.

A familiar melody is congratulating me,

My city is waiting to felicitate me.
© Dr. Tulika Sarkar