Awaiting Dream Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

From windows of my eyes half alive,
And wet with memories grey but good,
Mangled now and tinged with solitude,
I waited for my dreams to arrive.
Somewhat shy and no less meek of will,
I've put a paradise with the feel
Of my heart, wherein I've now planted
Fresh, sweet-smelling, soothing memories,
And await now a new fragrant breeze
To waft in life uninterrupted;
And in hope await that dream of dream
Along with early dawn to arise
Well before the sun wakes up my eyes—
And I hope my dream be no more grim.
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In anapaest meter
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Musings | 14.02.2017 |