I dreamed in the Mexican desert, I drove cattle on my grand son's wooden horse.
The Marshall caught me at the border.
I said, ' I am Lone Ranger.'
Then he gave me his horse and some forged documents to cross the border.
She woke me up in the morning.
I grumbled; 'Let me sleep today is the Independence Day.'
'Hey! We are still aliens.'
I dedicate this poem to my sincere friend Denis.Joe
* Wherever you go you never find a home like in your Motherland.
I can see why Denis Joe admires your work so much Nimal. It has warmth and honesty and an intuitive 'otherness' which is captivating and always full of surprises. I do hope he has read this one. I'm sure he would approve. love, Allie xxxx
Sad poem. I like the dream as the vehicle for your message. Well done! Another fine piece! Sincerely, William
Very sad but also very well written. May your gifted pen continue to be blessed. I liked this one very much. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My Dearest friend. This is so wonderful. Packed to the brim with joy and hope: the stuff of dreams. This proves, as if proof were needed, that you are an excellent poet as well as original. From the startm, when you first began posting, we were presented with second language works that utilised that language beyound what was thought possible. Your mastery of English speaks volumes and this poem shows how the language should be utilised. I feel so proud to be the dedicatee. nd I thank youfrom the bottom of my heart.