Kartik Saraf

Rookie (April 1 1992 / Maywood, IL)

Harlem - Poem by Kartik Saraf

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

......Or does it explode?

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 16, 2009



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