Woru Sulyman


Dreams - Poem by Woru Sulyman

Slumped at the sight of a lake,
In the middle where there was none.

A blurry future unclogged,
A merry day seems to beckon,
Dreams of our father's for eons.

And shouldn't we celebrate? The euphoria of a search at it's tail,
A long time of trial and thirst finally worth it's wait.

Without getting to the lake a distant far should we be jubilant?

Though making haste in victory may be a folly, hope is the spark that kindle the flame in a man's heart.

Alas! Just like our fathers, a dream it is,
A mirage in our wanting heart,
Of a change that beckons.

A wait for eternity it seems, and eternity is all we have.
All we can do is not to just wait, but walk.
To walk in oblivion till eternity find us.

Topic(s) of this poem: hope


Comments about Dreams by Woru Sulyman

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags


Poem Submitted: Monday, January 11, 2016



[Report Error]