When hope dies, I fly to my home,
Beyond the spiral world's foam,
My tired dreams get renewed,
I return vigorously to cover the nude,
When cloth is dirty and old
Precious element; diamond and gold
Making a tale to be told
Freeing cage flew I, none can hold,
I am the source of your dreams
That you dream
Connected with heaven, always gleam
I am a light bright, I am soul, I am the dream
©2014 Aftab Alam Khursheed. All rights reserved
Great work! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
Dreams are reflection of our thinking, thinking depends upon knowledge and belief, nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thoughtful imagery about dream where the importance and the impact of dream is told. I am a light bright, I am soul, I am the dream....... Thanks for sharing