I wish to have a swing of my own, Swing that is beautiful and incredible... Swing that would be hanging from a cloud, Cloud that will be an amalgamation of all my dreams... Dreams woven from the droplets of passion, Dreams knitted from the droplets of obsession... Dreams that will give me a chance to build my castle in the air, castle created beautifully somewhere near my swing up there... Dreams of all kinds and sorts would be there, Tiny and grand, Fanciful and sincere, Stupid and wise, Possible and Impossible, Sane and Insane, Ordinary and unusual... I really wish to own a swing of mine, Swing that will sway me to the world of illusions... World that I can call of my own, World that will have only my town... World that will be a paragon of virtue, World that will be beautiful and picturesque... I really wish to own a swing of mine, Swing that will sway me to the world of fairy's land... Land that will have everything made from love n kindness, and...