Flowing on the sheet like a river of silk,
Your tresses beat the night.
Engrossed in an unknown thought;
A room immersed in silent light.
A closure of walls contains your body,
But could they bind your thoughts?
Of the battles waging within,
And the worldly battles that have been fought?
Fly away, you dreamer,
Its a beautiful night for a nap.
Make the most of it.
Choose a direction and not a map.
A thousand faces to turn to,
Yet not a shoulder to weep.
A thousand jingles to rejoice upon,
Yet not a melody to dig deep.
Make mistakes and make them again,
Discover all kinds of falls.
For therein lies the secret,
Of rising again to stand tall.
Fly away, you dreamer,
Its a beautiful night for a nap.
Make the most of it,
Choose a direction and not a map.
-Karan Ghosh
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