As I took shelter from the scorching sun
Under the shadow of a tree
I take shelter under the shadow of my dreams
To cool a scorching mind
The departure of loved ones is hard to bear
And what if the departure is forever
Never ever to see their faces
Never ever to hear them call me pet names
But I dream about them
The only possible way I have
To see them again & listen to them
At least to believe in their existence
For a fraction of a second
I pray every night to God
Let me dream about the dead
Dead who were dear to me once
When they were alive and breathing
Sometimes I become blessed, or am I lucky
To dream of my loved ones in heaven
And I wake up, thanking God right away
Repeating my prayer
Let me dream about my loved ones, once more
And I live in the shadow of my dreams
My friends say, that its wistful dreams
But if it gives me peace of mind
Who is to say nay to it?
