A Faraway Dream

A Faraway Dream

In a dream,

I see things as sweet as ice cream,

For I sit in a park,

Staring at a lark,

Singing beautiful notes,

That act as antidotes;

Calming the tension,

And creating memories which are like pension to,

To this stress filled mind,

Trying to find,

A special balm;

Which helps seek the lost calm,

Oh boy! But it was just a dream,

As sweet and cold as ice cream,

For in this world which seeks money,

Won’t this dream be loony?

                                                    -Ananya Mallik