So many things build inside me
and then crash down before
they are totally formed,
The audacity of Hope still exists, but
It is countered by reality
Every time it breathes.
Dreams, innocent dreams,
Are you really so ignorant?
You break into pieces often, and then
Defying all shame and experience,
You regrow out of barren hearts!
Dreams, i love you for what you are-
Innocent, child-like or passionate, untamed and wild!
Don't know what strange Hope nurtures you
Through the thick and thin of life...
But as long as you reside in the heart,
You give one enough reasons and
Courage to live on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Pratiksha. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.