Reminiscing the past

This was a realy long time ago when i was all zealous to write a poem in the manner i've been programmed to reading dunig my schooloing.

Reading it now is like truly reminiscing th past..

And whats more, my dad still has this poem in his ultra proffesional blog on yahoo 360, (Love you pa)

AN ODE TO MY DREAM

By : Atheya Devanur (my son)

MY DREAM, A DREAM WHICH REMAINS A DREAM
DREAMS ARE PROMISING BUT ARE UNREAL THOU'
MEMORIES TO CHERISH, THOSE PLAYFUL MOMENTS
THE DREAM CONSISTS OF em' ALL
TO MY DREAM O' DREAM

TIS' THE FAITH OF ONE AND ALL
THE DREAM TO COME REAL AND TRUE
DOES THIS HAPPEN ?
THIS ALMIGHTY QUESTION WHICH WE PUT FORTH
TO THY DREAM O' DREAM

DREAMS ARE LIKE PETALS OF A FLOWER
SHORT TERMED; BUT STILL BLISSFUL
SHORT TERMED THOU' THE FRAGRANCE LASTS FOREVER
THEY HAUNT YOU IN A VERY SWEET MANNER
THIS IS WHAT A DREAM IS
THE SWEET NECTAR FROM THE FLOWER
TO MY DREAM O' DREAM

O' DREAM, THOU BREATH OF A SPRINGS BEING
THOU' FROM WHOSE UNSEEN PRESENCE THE LEAVES SPRING
THOU' FROM WHICH THRE SWEET NECTAR ORIGINATES
THESE SWEET MEMORIES, THESE SWEET DREAMS
TO MY DREAM O' DREAM

DREAMS MAY BE HEARD OR UNHEARD
HEARD MEMORIES ARE SWEET BUT THOSE UNHEARD
ARE SWEETER ; THEREFORE YE' SOFT IMAGINATIONS PLAY ON;
TO THE BLISSFUL HOUR WHEN THE DREAM ARISE
THIS IS AN ODE TO MY DREAM
TO THY DREAM O' DREAM

ATHREYA.V.I.DEVANUR