Krishnanand Guptar Poet Rhyme

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Written 15 September 2025 for My Dream Within a Dream Poetry Contest of Constance La France

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My Dream Within a Dream

“Strings of thoughts in my mind oft stream, 
Asleep or half awake, like a dream
 That soars in a while to the sky
Soon after I open my eyes.” By Author
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My Dream Within a Dream

Lost in slumber, deep and still
I dream of a journey uphill  
	Strewn with thick thorns on the way
	 A scorching sun all through the day
Wild winds whirling without cease
Oft slogging with bruised knees
	Left to my own destiny
	With no soul to goad me
As to brave the storms I strive
And at day`s end to survive

The view ahead of me is bright
Offering a picturesque sight
	Each step I trudge raises me up
        Leaving worries in a cup
With each step up, the air grows sweet
Though heavier become my feet
	Yet I move, pulled by rays of hope
	As the peak beams with new scope

Just when at top of the hill
Wild winds hurl me downhill
	I quite wake up in sweats, with fright
	Half asleep, under the moon`s light
I wonder with a soft scream
If life is a dream in a dream
An uphill battle to wage with steam.

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Constance La France October 2, 2025 at 3:32 AM Krish, congratulations on your win in my Dream Within A Dream contest, judged 09/29. Your poem is beautiful and I love the quote and image, Constance

Sara Kendrick September 30, 2025 at 11:24 AM Congratulations on your work being on the winners' list. Way to go. I enjoyed reading this one today. Sara K

Kim Rodrigues September 29, 2025 at 5:54 AM Well done! Wild winds hurl me downhill… If life is a dream in a dream An uphill battle to wage with steam... …Congrats, Krishnanand!

Valsa George September 22, 2025 at 9:52 PM A very compelling read on your journey uphill. Beautiful rhyming and arresting description. The twist at the end is something natural with almost every dream. From the quote at the beginning, till the very end, I enjoyed your poem. I am sure this is going to be a winner. All the Best, dear friend Krish. Krishnanand Guptar September 28, 2025 at 8:12 AM Thank you Valsa, rather belatedly, for appreciating the above poem and your kind wishes. These mean so much to me. Best wishes.