Dreams are made;
Some are broken again.
Some are twisted;
The flow of life is hindered.
Started once again with rush.
'Dream', the word is fruitful
to taste.
But, difficult to face.
Dreams are in front;
Again expectations,
making their way into heart.
So, the heart cried in vain;
Is the dream broken for sadness?
Or expectations resulted,
in breaking the dream.
lovely and beautiful, I like the way you have expressed, thanks. Let me invite you to read my poems and say something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks! :-)