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Shubhro the Subjugator Sen

Monday, August 23, 2010

Shattered Dreams

Once in my dream I met a freak-
I knew not was he a man or ghost;
His body was covered with golden colour-
He looked like human almost.

He was very much like a man
But a womanly softness she had;
I saw him coming towards me
Looking extremely sad.

“Who are you? ” I asked the freak,
“Why are you in my dream? ”
-“I am the dream that you do see
When emotions get extreme”.

Answering that she said to me,
She once was like a gold,
Which was about love and joy
And deep desires untold.

-“But then came the nightmare
That shattered all the dreams;
Then its dusts only remained
Leaving in mind sad themes.

So, here I am, the dust of gold
Glittering in your mind,
Being nostalgia of dreams
You have left behind;

But the dusts will still be inspiring you
To run towards your goal;
I will be present to provide solace
On your aching soul”.
Shubhro the Subjugator Sen
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