Capture The Weak Hearts..

The life of a dream is a rainbow,
Colorfully shines after every show,
Spectators are there to observe,
The birth and death are on the rows,

The bend between the waterfalls,
Neatly drawn with the right tools,
Is it the dream or the victory of a mistake,
never lasted more than a few minutes,

If the rain and moon bow were the real,
And can be captured as the thieves,
These should be punished for the mischief,
Fooling and hurting the hearts of the weak,

Or can be bestowed with the best title,
For grasping the minds of every little,
Living on the iced and the hot plates,
Mesmerizing the dream that is too short..