I dreamt too much and lived too little…
Yet, in dreams, I lived the most;
What life has made non-permissible,
With whole my heart in dream, I felt it most;
Though what I lived was just illusion,
Yet, how can I tell what is delusion?
I feel much older than I am, my dove:
I've lived a life in joy completely,
And we fulfilled the unfinished dream, my love:
Our angelic fruit of love is smiling sweetly,
It grows in love, embodying us in future,
We hold each other's soul in nurture.
I dreamt too much and lived too little…
Yet, in dreams, I lived the most;
What life has made non-permissible,
Has been alive in mind, in form of ghost…
O no! It is not a tragedy! —
Just my dream's reality.
In dreams i live the most! Older and still beautiful. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem with us.
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To have beautiful dreams is a sure way to happiness! All that we dream cannot be realizes in life! Life has its ups and downs. But once we lose the ability to dream, life is almost dead! In dream, we can realize what may not be possible for us in life! Though the first line expresses a sense of regret, towards the end the poetess seems resigned to her lot!