I am bewildered by Heart and Mind.
Locked within, these dreams of mine.
Most will hardly ever thrive.
Yet they feed my soul all time.
Yet they cheat my life with lies.
Yet they bring death closer by.
Lest the hope stands by its side.
June 22,2012
you have done justice to the title....indeed that's how it figures well written well conceived liked it :)
Always hope for the best even when there is none left. A gentel write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When there is tempest, music must follow it. Loved each and every stanza. Full of feelings they are!