My Awakening Dreams
Women come and go in my dreams,
Young, not so young and quite young,
But the trouble is,
They are formless,
Tempting, enticing, seductive.
The dreams make it difficult,
To see their eyes, teeth and lips,
What colour is their skin,
What size is their bosom.
They look at me
With the alluring-eyes
But I know quite well
They are there with their guiles.
Still I try to reach them
With my arms to environ.
They try to stop me with tight fists
But ready to receive me inside.
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July 31, 2005
Form: Free verse
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2005
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