Dreams were the prisoners -
Job, love, house, food, clothes
There were many like that
Among them, one facing capital punishment
Escaped today morning, jumping over the jail walls
Advertisements appeared in all the newspapers
Policemen all over sent messages to and fro
In their walkie-talkie.
Stopping vehicles playing in all directions,
They searched all the bags and baggage
Couldn’t find.
They combed all the aerodromes
But didn’t even a get a speck of evidence
Then they declared it fugitive
And puzzled people
Offering lakhs for its head
In the end, they learned the lesson:
Some dreams never give up.
Translation : C.S Venkiteswaran
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