Dreams Poem by Dr. Baishali Bhaumik Mitra

Dreams die very easily.
No one knows where they go after they die!
Later, you won’t even have
an epitaph or a sepulcher
to put a flower in front or cry beside!

Silence, please echo softly.
Your resonance shouldn’t be shrill.
My dreams are fragile and flimsy.
They may die if the noise collide!

Thought, please come alone.
If you bring a mob, you may smother.
My dreams are fragile and flimsy.
They may die if breath is denied!

Day, please love and kiss tenderly.
do not scorch, you will cause blister.
My dreams are fragile and flimsy.
They may die when they burn inside!

Sleep, please tread gently.
Your footfalls shouldn’t be harsh.
My dreams are fragile and flimsy.
They may die if they wake up or subside!