One fine day, a rich man asked his friend,
Can you just stop dreaming,
About things in this world?
So that you can see,
It was just a fantasies,
and a distraction from reality?
His friend answered,
When you are a pauper like me,
Dreaming is like having a nice cup of tea,
It is the basic privilege I owned,
Which was not made of gold,
And will not make my head, go bald..
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