A dream walking on its toes
A noise of my breaking soul
I heard a voice of a child crying
Yes, I want more
The ego screamed
No, don’t move
Dream frozen at its feet
Rattle of another battle
What the hell is going on
My life was taking a nap
In the meadows of oblivious sleep
Awaken with the terror of recurring past
Ran towards the future of melting dreams
Fate was a silent observer of the whole scenario
Until the child cried once more
I was fallen yet again
Shattered into countless pieces
Dew drops shimmering with a naïve desire
Over the magnum opus of my broken self
Whispering 'once more' as it still remains
A man in white uninterested and mechanical
Whistling a novel tune and cleaning the mess
P.S. Written subsequent to the idea given by a very good friend and a very fine poet herself, Dr Indira Babbellapati (Professor of English, Andhra University) .
Oct 27,2009
© Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari 2009
my idea is only incidental, doc! if u had acknowledged, it's because u r humble...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
HUMANITY HAS TRULY NOT WOKEN..A VERY GOOD WRITE