Sunday, January 14, 2018

Still I Dream

Still I wait and pretend leanings of stupid singing,
Dreams of gold rob me from my sleep as I speak,
And caged animals stand at the doorstep from hours,
Forgetting my forests and jungles lately in my sleep.

Dreams have a bird-cage, interests of flight and ease,
The telephone rings from a computer-way, inner peace
Understands my being of loneliness so wet and tranquil,
This time it rains and dreams of overnight cars and lorries.

I am invited to a heaven and banquets of bed and butter,
Like a bird of prey I control the waking hours of sleep,
Rest is the important might and piety, of this poetry, and the
Sleep must be mastered once I awake from the dream's bed.
Naveed Akram
Topic(s) of this poem: dreaming

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