When I shredded all my dreams
To the point they were but a
Speck of dust,
You came to enquire
About their colours.
Were they black and white?
Or a rainbow that glistens
Amidst the weeping skies?
And all the advice
That I no longer need,
Keep pouring in
Incessantly,
Without a rainbow in sight.
You can't escape,
From the myriad of realities
By drowning in idle dreams;
Or by showing affection
That you never really mean.
I still do cry at night for the
Way you abandon me
Time and again,
I do not care anymore
To quarrel or make peace
To lessen the pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely poem.....poignant and so profoundly real.