By Sreyas Sreejith
Sleeping time when I closed my
eyes, a world with peace and love
came to my dream.
A rain of snowball fell on my head,
which made me too cool in my
frozen dream.
I miss those moments
when I had the chance
The chance to go right
And I miss those moments
that linger.
In my dream
that came through,
my dreams
mingled with
ash of old and new.