M.D Dinesh Nair

Veteran Poet - 1,834 Points (Thrissur)

When My Dreams Say, ' We Are No More There' - Poem by M.D Dinesh Nair

When my dreams say, ' We are no more there'
I shall sail unto an island far off.
There I shall have the sapling of a dream tree planted
And it will grow.

When my dream tree begins to bloom
I will never pluck its flowers ever,
So will when its fruits begin to ripe
I remain hungry and thirsty there.

I shall lie in the shade of the tree
Without ever dreaming to have a dream for me.
Then I shall climb its branches and see for myself
The vast expanse of water green or blue.

I shall hoot from the top of it like an own
Blind often or blinded by the dreams of the past.
I shall shout unto the skies blue
About having dreams aplenty and not still having them.

When I once return to the home in the mainland,
I shall carry one hundred fruits from the dream tree,
I shall give them to men and women I like most
And nay, I will never give them to children ever.

I shall play hide and seek with children
And shall tell about the need for climbing the dream trees
Which will grow and touch the sky once
Even as they might still be dreaming a lot.

But I am afraid, friends,
Even as my dreams have begun to fade out
My island withers out further
And I am left with a rudderless boat
To sail unto that green paradise of my Utopia!


Comments about When My Dreams Say, ' We Are No More There' by M.D Dinesh Nair

  • Bri Edwards (6/12/2017 12:02:00 AM)


    So will when its fruits begin to ripe
    I remain hungry and thirsty there..............if i were writing this [which i'm not, of course], i'd change it a bit:

    So will, when its fruits begin to ripen,
    I remain hungry and thirsty there...................or So I will, ................ripen, remain...........there.

    I shall hoot from the top of it like an own..........ooops! owl? ?

    Which will grow and touch the sky once................maybe touching to go with climbing

    a comma after fade out?

    BUT, despite my nitpicking [ha ha! ], i enjoyed the poem. it, itself, sounds like a dream!

    bri :)

    to MyPoemList. nice.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013


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