Sweet Dreams Poem by Ravin Sharma

Dark lights in sleep,
Flashes or smiles indeed.
"Sweet dreams" sings mother;
Pencils are ready,
And a little kid climbs up to hills
And more to a sunny sleep,
Plays his gadgets on his artistic page
And draws all his hearts of his own age.

Light nurtures mind's cartoons-
Dim light of mirror moons.
Shining eyes in a masterpiece, I see,
Making me to swim in my sea
Every night, I wish to paint them
but set up my dream- words.
"Sweet dreams" sings mother
And I paint her shining eyes every sleep.