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Dreams

By Achinthya Prathish


I gave wings to my dreams 

But it all shattered down the streams

In a world that run behind wealth

No one cares about mental health

They think I'm being dreamy

But actually, I'm planning my reality

My dream is to choose Psychology 

But they think it is not worthy


Who knows I will succeed?

And counsel people all over the world?

Who knows I will again give my wings to my dreams

And let it fly over the streams?


By Achinthya Prathish


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