To whom you are talking, asif
they don't care if you weep or smile
they turned you into someone
who's scared of living and happy to die

Come dear come
I'm waiting for thee
my arms open wide
to grab you
to hold you
to hug you
and to become
one of a kind

Come dear come
you are the one
for whom
my eyes become barren
and turned into sand

now shalt not leave
take me with thee
to those mounts
and beautiful trees
there where
flowers do smile
and salsa dancing trees
to there where
happiness lives in the air
and sorrows left in despair
to there where
she's waiting for me
with so much love
and yearns filled eyes
yearn to hug me
love me for eternity
to that beautiful place
which i saw once
in my dreams

Asif Baloch

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-dear-come-dream-in-my-dreams/