Wings of Dreams

By Ritwik Das

In a small room filled with toys, a child dreams at night,

Of soaring high above the clouds, in a plane of pure delight.

With eyes closed tight and heart so light, the dream takes flight anew,

In the vast expanse of the sky, where endless wonders brew.

The roar of engines fills the air, a symphony so grand,

The child becomes a pilot, with the world at their command.

Through fluffy clouds and azure skies, the plane begins to soar,

In the realm of endless blue, adventures lie in store.

The stars become companions, in the quiet of the night,

Guiding the young pilot, with their twinkling light.

The moon smiles down upon them, as they navigate the skies,

In the cockpit of their dreams, the world is full of surprise.

Mountains tall and rivers wide, beneath the wings unfold,

The child sees the beauty, of the earth in hues of gold.

Cities gleam like diamonds, oceans vast and deep,

In the journey of their dreams, memories they keep.

With every loop and barrel roll, the heart beats wild and free,

In the dance of flight and fancy, they find their destiny.

The thrill of exploration, the joy of endless flight,

In the dreams of a young pilot, everything feels right.

The dawn begins to break, as the dream starts to fade,

But the spirit of adventure, in the heart is laid.

For in the dreams of childhood, the seeds of future lie,

In the quest to touch the heavens, to soar and to fly.

So, hold on to your dreams, dear child, and let your spirit soar,

For in the skies of tomorrow, your heart will find its core.

With courage and with passion, your dreams will take their flight,

In the boundless sky of life, you’ll shine forever bright.

By Ritwik Das