HE WILL BE THERE

Dream road never leads
Man of the day thinks:
Man knows nothing
And will follow him blindly
If awakes
Surely, it will be murder of democracy
What democracy?
All power for one
If many but depend upon one
That one may crush many
By many how house be rejected
Have no escape
Dream is nothing man knows
But dream is sweet and pleasant
Man is running with all sprits
No destination no destination in sleeps
He will be there
From where gets start