I too had dreams,
My appetite -digested,
Dreams filled into my intestine,
For life-to breath-pristine,
I am searching my lost dreams,
There are much lost on the field-
Digging-grubbing, watering with tears,
O Poverty!
Thou art cemetery of dreams!
©2014 Aftab Alam Khursheed. All rights reserved
Beautiful poem comparing the lost dreams and poverty together. Very true said, they both are the same. The feelings are same. Poem with a great meaning. Beautiful presentation. Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
O Poverty! Thou art cemetery of dreams! Yes dreams are buried under poverty.......great thought great poet.........phenomenal