Dr. Antony Theodore


Story Of My Tears And Dreams. - Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

I collected my tears
In a dry coconut shell.
You know, They glittered in the sunshine.
My tears are diamonds.

I gathered my dreams
In a thin plastic bag
And kept it under my armpit.
You know my dreams have golden color.

I ran as fast as I could
To the King’s Palace.
I want to sell my tears and dreams
for my mother is dying.
no money for medicine
for i am poor.

The Guards waved their swords.
I begged 'please allow me'.

On the courtyard I stood, i the beggar of mercy.
And the princess came down to me.
Why are you here?
My mother is dying
I like to sell …..
What?

My tears. You know, they are diamonds.

I brought my dreams too. You know they are golden.

My mother is dying..... i cried...

Princess burst into tears
Hugged me.
It was so intense.
She caressed my hair.
Her beautiful hands ran down my face.
Touched my lips wet with the salt of my tears.

The King saw, came down
Swirled his mighty sword.
My head rolled down.
Did the head of the princess role down too? ? ?

I still remember how sweet her hugs were
How lovingly she touched me.
How she looked into my eyes with passion.
You know how I still remember it?


Comments about Story Of My Tears And Dreams. by Dr. Antony Theodore

  • (5/12/2016 2:04:00 AM)


    Wow, this poem is intense, Tony! An amazing story! Totally can relate to the poverty, having no money to help your own mother, it's heart rending, taking one to the depths of hell. The princess had a good heart and soul and felt for the poor boy. Her father, the king had no time nor heart to bother with what he seemed to deem a beggar. Totally profound and sorrowful, but with a message that rings true throughout the world! Thank you for inviting me to read this fabulous poem, Tony. RoseAnn 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Iyogun (5/6/2016 1:44:00 PM)


    Wow this do tell a story not everyone would understand your pains nor dreams, the ones who do would love you for it and those who won't would ask for your head. Thanks Dr. Antony Theodore for sharing it was inspirational (Report) Reply

  • (4/22/2016 1:44:00 PM)


    The princess saw the tears and dreams as the gifts of love but some do not.
    A complex story beautifully told, a parable.
    Tom billsborough
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  • Anil Kumar Panda (4/22/2016 11:40:00 AM)


    This is what poor people have to go through in life. Dreaming big is a sin for them.Very nice. (Report) Reply

  • Ramakrushna Sahu (3/14/2016 10:08:00 AM)


    I collected my tears
    In a dry coconut shell.
    You know, They glittered in the sunshine.
    My tears are diamonds.

    I gathered my dreams
    In a thin plastic bag
    And kept it under my armpit.
    You know my dreams have golden color

    your expression of passion beyond imagination..spellbound..it is received by the princess (life) but not by the king..excellent presentation..thanks
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  • Liza Sudina (3/14/2016 8:46:00 AM)


    Tony! it is so stirking! so painful! My mom was ill not so long ago and I feel your pain freshly now.
    your poem reminded me Brodsky's poem - when he sent a tear as a diamond in a ring for his bride (he never married his first love) .
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  • Stephanie Hazle (3/12/2016 1:29:00 AM)


    Simple. In Heaven there will be stories told of astonishing earthly experiences that may thrill unsuspecting heavenly beings...and this story will be one. (Report) Reply

  • Ozark Mountain Homegrown (3/10/2016 6:11:00 PM)


    Do you remember it because it was just a dream? Or do you remember it because death is not the end, but only the beginning of a new story? Great poem filled with vivid imagination and suspense! Liked it a lot! (Report) Reply

  • Tessa Roods (3/7/2016 2:46:00 PM)


    Nice Work. I like the idea of collecting tears and dreams. (Report) Reply

  • Anne Yun (3/6/2016 5:24:00 PM)


    it truly can arise our delicate feelings, and Woolf said thatthe very reason why that poetry excites one to such abandonment, such rapture, is that it celebrates some feeling that one used to have, so that one responds easily, familiarly, without troubling to check the feeling, or to compare it with any that one has now.yours bring us to the same kind of childhood tears and dreams and always easily sad imaginations, thanks a lot (Report) Reply

  • Tapan M. Saren (3/5/2016 6:29:00 AM)


    Narrative and touching.. (Report) Reply

  • Atasha Williams (3/4/2016 8:53:00 AM)


    With each passing minute I spend up here,
    I'm happy now, no longer do I live in fear.
    Mother is here too, she came the day after me.
    We are now truly free,
    From the sick life of tyranny..

    I tried a ting! ! Lol Dying to know your version of what happen next Dr. Theo.
    You are truly blessed. Keep up the gr8 work. :)
    Atasha
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  • Ging Taping (3/3/2016 9:55:00 AM)


    very touching...I want to know what happen next.. :)
    two thumps up vote 10++++
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  • Arfa Iman Kalera (3/1/2016 9:26:00 PM)


    its a nice poem.... thanks for inviting me to read it..10 +++++++, you are a great poet (Report) Reply

  • Ryson Dsouza (3/1/2016 3:54:00 PM)


    Nice story... Looking forward for more..... Thanks for sharing....10 (Report) Reply

  • Aarzoo Mehek (2/26/2016 4:21:00 AM)


    You know how I still remember it?

    The story seems incomplete, We would like to know how you still remember it? Beautiful and touchy poem. Mother the nurturer and her pain is beyond everything and trading your tears and dreams seems last resort, glad the Princess recognized the value of your dreams but alas like a villain the king shattered the beautiful dream. Loved this unique poem.10++++
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  • Valsa George (2/25/2016 9:22:00 AM)


    The poem is a figment of the wild imagination of the poet. The princess was moved by your tears. Her compassionate heart melted listening to your sad tale. She must have been deeply touched by your intense desire to save your ailing mother. Here I see the contrast between the attitude of the princess and the king. Women are more compassionate than men! This poem has a magical ring about it and it sounds like a medieval romance! (Report) Reply

  • Sranisha Francis (9/24/2015 3:24:00 AM)


    The King saw, came down
    Swirled his mighty sword.
    My head rolled down.
    Did the head of the princess role down too? ? ?
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  • Anita Sharma (9/18/2015 1:27:00 PM)


    brilliant write..liked xxx (Report) Reply

  • Sadaf Masoodi (9/16/2015 1:19:00 PM)


    this string of thoughts! ..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 23, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 31, 2012


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