Dream Poem by Khaled Ehtesham
Dream
After a dismal day
I just pray
To my subconscious
For a pure dream or it can be a hallucination.
It happened that night
Soon I lost my self in the dark, nothing was bright
I was sailing alone as a first sailor of the earth,
I don't know any star, not even south or north-
And I lost, lost myself in that sea
But I felt behind that someone is waiting it is thee—
My conscious mind ask me at the morning
Is there anyone or anything?
Which really wait for me?
Or everything here goes in vain just
And wait to be dust! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
I was sailing alone as a first sailor of the earth, I don't know any star, not even south or north- And I lost, lost myself in that sea But I felt behind that someone is waiting it is thee— a consciousness that someone is waiting for me.... helps me in my life... if we are united in prayer with the Almighty God then we will have this consciousness that someone is waiting for me on the shore...... thank you very much dear poet... tony
A beautiful poem on dreams and reality. The love element in the poem makes it more lovely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 9:59:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What a wonderful dream! In truth, behind every door, on every corner of the street, someone waits for you. They wait for your smile, for your friendly words. As for myself, still too many of my days pass, me walking along all these people craving for a kind word or smile, opportunities going by without being noticed. The days I am more attentive to these opportunities for random kindnesses, are really my best days. The key to happiness lies in your dream, man. Recognizing all these people out there, lonely, sad, frustrated, desperate, waiting for someone to smile, craving for a kind word, turns our days from dreary to super. I think your poem meant something different than what I write here, but that is what I made of the dream.