i touch them gingerly
my dreams
scared they will stick to me forever
they melt at my touch and spread all over
like the drool of a pet at the sight of its favourite food, full of longing
gingerly i pick them up again, drop by drop
i pat them, gingerly
i coax them to sleep
i do not go away till they close their eyes
scarce are my dreams
i do not want to spend them soon, waste them soon
i keep count of them every sleepless night
i want them safe; i do not have the money to buy them again
this time i am saving money to buy some gods
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