It floats and sails
In my mind, in my sleep
And in my day-journey.
I can put aside all my pains
So I never scream.
Because, with me walks
My Dream.
It never downs my head
And warns me to creep.
It turns venom to honey.
In drought it showers rain.
Never ever gets away from aim.
Crucified I'm can't let out scream.
Because always accompanies me,
My Dream.
nice are you sure you know which is the dream and which is the Real Reality? for me, I think I dream 22 hrs. a day and experience reality 2 ? nice poem!
Lovely piece of poetry penned with insight. A nice piece indeed.
It turns venom to honey.- - In dream it is true but in real life it would be applied. Very nicely composed through dream. Good word choice. Many thanks.
A Beautiful poem Neela. Interesting lines..... Crucified I'm can't let out scream. Because always accompanies me, My Dream. Short and sweet dreams. Loved it.
dream and dreaming inside turns into reality when stepping ahead for action outside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice.short and sweet.liked it.