From dawn to dusk
I see a timid sun
And overbearing clouds
Playing upon our dreams
The sun wants to give fire
To our extinguishing hopes
But clouds are full of mischief
They overshadow the sun
And our dreams die of cold.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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Beautiful Poem.. yet with a subtle shout of Clouds though they do their duty for us! !
But some day those clouds will be flew by a storm....lovely poem....thank you for sharing a beautiful poem :)
To often it is indeed wither that wins. I have never given up on dreaming but I am always aware now of the clouds and the cold. Good work.
Never give in to the mischiefs of those playful clouds.. cause they know they can't hold back the majestic sun of hope for long. Dreams never die... Beautiful poem and love the way you write. Nothing less then 100...
Wow! ! ! ! That is poetry, Aarzooo. I loved your poem better than Nosheen's write here!
It is all Nature's mischief! However never let our dreams die out! A simple, sweet write!