My Dream Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

My Dream

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The night was dark and silent,
Being tired and weary,
I fell deep asleep,
After a while I dreamt that
I had won the game with flying colours,
I became ecstatic,
But soon I woke up
And found that I had completely lost the game,
It was very frustrating for me,
So I asked myself,
"Why did I wake up in the world of harsh reality? "

Tuesday, December 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: dream
Edward Kofi Louis 08 December 2019

Dreams! ! ! ! Dark and silent. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Valsa George 04 December 2019

There is always a world of difference between the land of fantasy and the land of reality. Waking up to realities can be painful. Your shock and frustration are clearly expressed in these lines.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 03 December 2019

A wonderful poem! There are some good dreams and bad dreams as well!) Winning and losing are the two sides of the same coin of life.. the undeniable truth! Instead of seeking answer to your question mentioned in the last line accept it sportively, stay prepared to face every are the winner! (10)

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 03 December 2019

This poem resonates with me. When we dreamt of a wonderful thing, how we wished it will continue forever. A feeling that many of us can relate to. A fascinating poem well conveyed.

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