Asma Khan


An Afternoon Dream - Poem by Asma Khan

Past the point of thinking of
rubbing my broken dreams' dust
on the face of tomorrow's sun

Tired of wailing and weary of being tired
sliently looking across the mirror
of my fears to find myself in me

Remained in the clouds of wandering dust
embraced challenges of time by
swallowing my doubts of darkness

Engraving my name on his grave
putting out the lamp of worries
away from his ways through burning myself

Leaden with the weight of imperfect dreams
brewing new hopes to lighten the day's end
with perfect instincts of desires

Colouring days golden and night oceanic of hue
drew fantasies into lively fireflies
welcoming you to the world Nomansland

Topic(s) of this poem: hope

Form: Prose Poem


Poet's Notes about The Poem

An afternoon dream is seldom true. So is this!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 2, 2015



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