Often when I feel that I'm getting bored
And don't have things to do any more
Then I visit a place that's in my mind
A special spot that's different in kind
It's view is so different, pleasent and fine
That I wish I could say that place is mine
And certainly it cannot be made by hand
So that's why I call it my own dreamland
My dreamland is made up of peace and hope
That gives me encouragement whenever I mope
And the roads of that place are high and low
And everyone who walks there is a friend not a foe
And one thing that is plenty in that place is love
Where thousands of birds sing including the dove
So whenever I'm with them I always pretend
That this is something nice that'll never end
And surely for most it is an unseen view
But every word i said is purely true
So whenever I'm tired what i think is best
Is to go in my dreamland and take a little rest.
Seema Chowdhury
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreamland-6/
