On Dreams
With head turned to a side
Asleep tight yet eyes opened wide
Imagination on a wild ride
Afloat in the fantasy ocean at high tide
Not being needlessly tried
Nothing to hide
No one to chide
The daily shackles untied
Absense of any false pride
Anxiety just died
My heart joyfully cried
That feeling of a smooth glide
Took but a small stride
Sleep after the day's hard toil
Awarded 7th place in the "Any Poem #32" Contest by PD
Copyright © Suraj Jumani | Year Posted 2015
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