Spring Of Broken Dreams Poem by Abdul Wahab

heard the cracking sound
and seen to break my dreams
into pieces many a time
like glasses
dropped on the floor
but it is not so serious
the worst thing is
i could not reveal easily;
like the valuables
pieces of gems and diamonds
i put them on the shelves
in the curve of the corner
of my coral like heart;
now they look like
an ant hill or a hive
with an opening of a volcano
the trigger could a shake
or a well managed poem
take care of yourself
and be ready
i am going to burst any time
with a spring of my broken dreams
like Jum- Jum water,
ever ending!