The Dream Poem by Natasha Sharma

The Dream



With racing steps and flying hair,

Against the wind, without any care;

I run, I run towards the distant light,

As the rising notes give wings to my flight.



Is the voice I hear coming from the past?

Or my betrothed one is back at last!

The enchanted heart doesn’t stop to see,

Love or pain- what waits for me?



On I go with no end in sight,

Again I fall in a slumber light.

On the tears shed the moon did gleam,

Oh unfaithful love! It was but a dream.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 05 September 2013

a dream, unfaithful love, good write, thanks.

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