You know? ! I was at the center..........
No! Not at the center!
Perhaps at the shore.....
At the shore of an endless sea
holding a dream......
a dream....
that holds me tight.....
Letting none other to come
Ya! A dream........
Sweet and sour...
a dream....
holding me tight...
perhaps
I was obsessed with that dream....
so I saw the dream with blind pairs of eye....
I heard with my deaf ears...
but don't think
I was ever blind and deaf......
though I can’t prove it
once I had a clear sight
but I was blinded
blinded by my dream...
and from then I can’t see
I can't even see the dream i dreamed of....
I think it's no more a dream now
it’s a harsh reality
which I hold
Nicely articulated piece of poetry, insightfully penned with conviction. Dreams become potent when they are visualized and not imagined. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. ➕9
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verily, a thoughtful poem indeed.....10