It Cruelly Laughs At Me Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
It Cruelly Laughs At Me
It's white,
Purely white,
Whole day I see
The white colour
With a very pleasing mind,
At night I fall asleep,
Then......
The black colour comes
In my horrible vision,
With its dark and dreadful stature
It cruelly laughs at me,
It continuously teases me
And wounds my refined soul,
I wake up in cold perspiration.
2) You'll be pleasantly surprised at the results. Beautiful dreaming, my friend!
Anjandev, when we are dreaming, we forget that we are in control of the dream. Too many believe that dreams/nightmares are in control of us. Change the black to another colour.
Day and night give us different visions. They affect our emotions and on how we deal and face life. A wonderful poem well presented.
Different perceptions at different times of the day. Darkness can often give a bleak vision of things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/30/2025 9:13:59 PM # 1.0.0
I thought i am the only one Bravo! ! ! !