By Radhika Rathi, Class IV B
When I was in the bed at night,
When there was no light.
I fell asleep and had a dream,
There was a beautiful land and a stream.
The land had hills short and tall,
Which were made of books big and small.
Comics, science, thrillers and fiction,
This land of books was full of attractions.
I wanted to live there forever and ever,
As the books would make me wise and clever.
But after all it was a dream.
With a beautiful land and a stream.
