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About This Poem
A Recurring Dream
One evening, my daughter and I get mugged
I lose consciousness after being slugged.
After I come around, I don't find her
Down the dark street, everything is a blur.
I shout out her name in the isolation
I run looking for her in desperation.
Suddenly I find her coming towards me
We hug each other as tears from eyes flow free.
In my nightmare, we don't find each other
I wake up and push away the fear that does hover.
The line between dreams and reality does seem thin
One needs to stay focussed, deriving strength from deep within.
yasmin khan
23/11/2012
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