No one yet has been banned,
From thoughts to have.
Or limited to wishes dreamed.
Although today it seems,
Everyone has stopped to let...
What dreams meant for them to keep,
Remembered.
Too many find no time to take...
To break away from headaches,
Others create.
To make them their own.
Leaving them to moan and groan.
Too many find no time to escape,
From others who complain everyday.
To say they wish.
And they dream...
One day to be away from such scenes.
And yet...
Few people say what they mean.
To forget...
What it was they wished to dream.
Then to let...
Someone unknown make them scream!
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Few people say what they mean. To forget... What it was they wished to dream. Then to let... Someone unknown make them scream! Beautiful lines from such a lovely poem. 10 for it and thanks for sharing it. Subhas