A Dream Can Die Poem by asoke ray

A fluffy hand with green polished nails
A misty sky peeps atop the pine woods
Felt like a flamingo chick trembling in fear;
When I hold it to cross the turbulent river.
Across the blue mountain
I find a solitary chieftain
Showing red curtain to a raging bull;
Holding the soldier soul deep inside
I lifted the most delicate profile
On to the safe haven
Before charging at the chieftain;
Where the ridge meets the setting rays
To anoint my bleeding corpse,
The pink flesh of the lifeless hand
Adores me with milky flowers I cannot stand…..