175. My Lost Dream Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan
175. My Lost Dream
Like the red glow of the sun
Just before twilight
My dream was lost
In the sky of emptiness
And my heart began to pulsate
Like the silent cry of sorrow.
My eyes wake day and night
And tears roll down
Silently and secretly.
My heart is helpless
Like an innocent convict
Chained in a lone cell.
Sometimes my nerves stop
To work and then I feel
As if I am between
Living and non-living thing
As a virus survives
Before attacking beings.
Not for a single hour
Not for a single day,
Not for a single month,
I've been waiting for a year
Expecting my lost dream
Coming back to me again.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
'My Own World', No.3.
Copyrights@December25,2014(3: 00am) .
Last dream, written with good imagination. Nice thought.
Like an innocent convict/Chained in a lone cell. Two excellent lines in a poem that is full of vivid dreamy images. Worthy of the Big 10!
Thank you so much dear poet for your generous words on my poem..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 8:51:32 PM # 1.0.0
This is a melancholy piece, leaving the reader disturbed. We wonder, what dream you lost? Will it truly come back to you, as you hope? And we are left, even as the last note of a symphony can still be heard in the heart after the music has stopped. Nicely done, good poet.
Thank you so much dear poet for your kindness... You are invited to read my poems posted recently...