Vivid and Misty
You might like to lend me an ear
So I might tell you something you'd like to hear
My most whimsical, my most fantastic dream
The one in which I was a bonsai it would seem
It happened two nights ago
I went to bed with a heart full of sorrow
And prayed to the Lord of tomorrow
To help me go with life's flow
And I closed my eyes only to open them again
And looked around while trying to ascertain
Of what I had become
Of where I had come from
I had no feet, I had a root
I had no house, I had only a vase
And everything around me seemed bigger in space
Everything looked like stars in shoot
I watched life, silently, dumbly
I envied those who could move
I hoped to move with as much liberty
But I was stuck to this vasey grave
And I felt the despair
It was one to be hors pair
Never before my previous whims seemed so useless
Childish even, for I realised I was a pampered self
And that was when I woke up
It was just a dream, I said, shaken up
Thank God! What about all those sorrows
Why they can go down the burrows!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2013
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