Trailakya Roy

Bronze Star - 2,812 Points (24-05-1992 / Jalpaiguri, West Bengal)

In My Dream - Poem by Trailakya Roy

When I met her She was in her teen. Curly was her hair Her figure was thin. I called her The cutie lass. Walked slowly Upon the grass. I was thrilled With some joy. O beauty queen! Pure and coy. I asked her not Her sweet name. I followed her not Nor became a sane. I gazed and gazed As she crossed the road I was confused As she stood on board. On that midnight I had a dream. Was she in danger? I heard a scream. No, no I cried aloud. She was falling. What's wrong my son? I heard a calling.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 9, 2016

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