Reshma Dream Is Never A Crime................


The Fan In My Room - Poem by Reshma Dream Is Never A Crime................

A machine
But yet so alive
Singing a lullaby
A sad moaning one
That makes you go asleep..............
He has wings
But cannot fly
A dream that never came true.............................

Once he's bought
He's really fast
And keeps us cool
With a hope that
He would be taken good care of
And be considered our own
But slowly he was forced,
Forced to give away to the air conditioner
No one notices him now
No one cares for him
All his dreams got scattered
All his happiness were gone................

He had no work
Hence he started to rust
He became the support for a spider's web
And a carrier of a heap of dust......
And so he remains sad
And sings a sad, moaning lullaby
Filled with cracks and crackles.......................................

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Comments about The Fan In My Room by Reshma Dream Is Never A Crime................

  • rajagopal haran (10/28/2007 4:08:00 AM)

    Great going Reshma;
    your observation is great;
    in the following stanza spacing between no and one in both the lines will flavour to the poem;
    God Bless You

    Noone notices him now
    Noone cares for him
    All his dreams got scattered
    All his happiness were gone................
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 6, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 13, 2011


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