All Is Not Lost! Poem by Shahzia Batool

'My eyes never stop dreaming.'.. this line being used like a refrain, adds a lot of brightness to the otherwise grey mindscape and gives the poem a pleasant twist towards the end and thoroughly justifies the title! The opening two lines unfold a deep philosophical thought! ! Enjoyed! !

Since my eyes never stop dreaming - a beautiful line, and a lo ely poem.

One day the sun will come out and your dreams will come true.

Poor soul must have some dreams to compensate for the harsh realities. Everybody needs that kind of split nature to overcome hard times. Beautiful poem describes the state with clarity and purpose. Thank you.

Shahzia Ma'am, this is a wonderful write. The difference between what we dream and what we see is what we believe and what we dont. When the dream itself sustains, and floats in skies, it is difficult to believe and we circle down to what we see. It is not the wuality of the seed that matters, where you saw it does. I hope your seed of expectation grows into a plant of belief, despite whether it'll give you fruit! . I vote 10

Good dreams are bad friends...Rendering reality more painful than ever Suno logo meri aankhen khrido gay...Mujy ik khaab ka tawaan bharna hai..! When words deceive The silence offers shield to me; . Perhaps The need to soften the soil has grown to double; . But all is not lost Since my eyes never stop dreaming! Hope-giving beautiful poem!

amazing poem and your skills. thanks aapi. i think i will always remember. 'Good dreams are bad friend'. And the last line also very touchy. Very nice poem.

All is not lost, because the answer is hidden in your lines itself..... Try in vain To drive away the clouds of joys ... never drive it out. So long that will remain nothing will be lost. very nice, keep well Shazia.

hope keeps us alive... dream is dream.. person can dream anytime... powerful thoughts!

What if The efforts to grow love stay unresponded Perhaps The need to soften the soil has grown to double; How a wish for a gentle rainfall Makes a mockery of my desires As the water rushes inside and floods away The dear belongings of my heart- Amazing lines of poetry.