Till The Clock Ticks Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

Dream is
not a cloud that will end in rain,
not sweet river water that will merge with salty sea,
not deciduous trees that will shed leaves in winter,
not soil that will be bifurcated due to earthquake,
but it's like daily sunshine that helps sustain life on earth.

Dream co-exists with the fourth dimension,
is the mother of hope of life.
Hope may die but dream never,
the latter is eternal like matter and space.
Dream gives birth to hope time and again,
thus life will exist like regenerating tail of a lizard,
till the sun shines, till the clock ticks...