Fear can’t foretell the dream of her life
When love fails to predict the dim future
The cold device has been stabbed by knife
Only those tears can soothe her pale feature
Now laving into love’s faith all her dreams
Die away in the thin reeds of the shore
When the ocean of love’s in quest of streams
And immaculate dream still craves for more
Verity stops her from being a dreamer
She waits for sleep where she finds it real
And can dream her dreams; not being a screamer
Even there the miracles she can feel
No one can tell if her future is grim
Can the dream of her life predict her dream?
Written in the morning of the 21st of August,2010.
©Munia Khan 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem