The little shadow
Came in my sweet vision
And whispered to me,
'Believe me....
I am the best shadow
Of the dreamland,
I have great potential
Even with my little stature,
Infinite joy and pleasure
Is the most important feature
Of my little soul, '
I listened to the insignificant shadow
With rapt attention
And embraced it with great passion,
Just then someone knocked my door,
Soon I woke up
And found the shadow had disappeared.
Many a times ROB (Rush of Blood) happens. Before we fully enjoy what we have something distracts us.
happens to every dream of some delight that I have ever had! --I wake up and it doesn't have to be the phone ringing or a knock on the door-I am my worst dream destroyer! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really spooky Anjandev Very Spooky