I had a dream short
yesternight
wherein I saw
something of mine-
my life,
full of a craze,
those sights,
them I gaze
were they of mine?
A junction
of love and hatred-
from there a lane
leads to a sheltered place;
a pavement there,
a heap of mud near
a plant over there,
my desire,
I had planted
with you together
Underneath,
it was dry
there I saw your mind
unwilling to water,
soil unsaturated,
thirst not satiated,
expectations
high of mine
seen crumbled
out fallen lying
My desire plant
shedding dry leaves-
teardrops
waterless!
My short dream thus...
a sad dream of reality...of unmet desires...of disappointments...i love re-reading this poem..the rhythm...nice shades of words u have
Touching… reality and dreams... deep and nice… Brilliant composition,10+++
lovely poem with a nice flow of words. I like it very much.. thnks for sharing: D
wow love it but i don`t dream at night only in the day but a dream is a dream
A poem of great depth. Deeply poignant and touching. Sometimes the things we dream about could never be materialized due to unwillingness of parties to cooperate.
nice poem.. the reality of crumbled dreams is brought out beautifully.
You certainly have great ideas and know the art of presentation, very beautiful and captivating write!
Nice thoughts in here. Your ideas seem so original, and your writing's always fresh.
a dream of reality is well said........also thank yu for your kind rememberance...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dreams are a beautiful thing until more often than not reality creeps. Excellent job.