My childhood dreams.

My childhood dreams.

Don't wake me up
from the sleep of childhood.
Still I am listening the ghost stories,
from my one neighbourhood.

Don't wake me up,
as I am hanging on bough
of a tree with my friends.
The owner of tree is not neigh.

Let me sleep,
Under the roof of my father
which is not only secured
but also the safest shelter.

I know as soon as
i'll open my eyes,
I'll see the face of mundane world.
I'll face the realities.