Dreams
Dreams - dreamt all -
died dubious death;
I don't write sermons - nor
didactic pieces, my friends
Midlife demands much
Time is constraint
Friends those who enjoy leisure
For them, dreams are all meant
Dreams evaporate like vapours
In my scorching sunlit life
Those, quenching the thirst of nature
Problems play the fife
Still I dream to dream a dream
In this darkness, stars all scream
Despair spreads its drowsy veil
Dawning dreams still ring the bell
16.04.2017
Copyright © Anindya Mohan Tagore | Year Posted 2017
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