I go to bed before chickens
But I wake up after sunrise
When latent heat whispers on my window
Not that I am lazy
But because of some dreams.

I dream something big in poetry
Posting my works anywhere
The sky to be the only limit
To comfort, entertain, educate and inform
All sorts of minds around the globe

I dream of owning something
A 500-page poetry book
Where Shakespeare reached
Who grew green and bore fruits

I dream of writing well
Making mourners laugh
And not for ostentation
I dream of writing funnily
So you smile when perusing through
Proving that I am on the right track