A place

A place, which touches my dreams.
A place, where dew drops twinkle
Like stars.
A place, where the sun plays hide and sick
With trees.
A place, where roses sparkle
Like rubies.
A place, where the rain can sing
With the wind.
A place, where my eyes dance;
To see the sorrow washed away
From my heart.

(To any sad person)
Sreeja Mitra