vava

my favourite hobby is writting.I will show my short poem here.

MY DREAMS

Dreams are like a glassplate
If we are careless,it will break
If we are careful,it will useful
My dream is also like a glassplate
But the sad thing is i am careless
Oh...where is my dreams
It disappeared...........
No it is here not disappear
But i can't see them
Oh i became blind..god..god
please help me..............
I have vision to see onlyrich
iIhave vision to see money
to see big houses,beautiful ladies
iIhaven't any eyes to see miseries
to see the beggar in the street
to see the starving neighbours
So my dreams disappeared
That's why i became blind
Oh..my dreams came back to me
Came back
with that holy spirit.......