A Dreaming Child Poem by kanav justa
A Dreaming Child
if veracity stings dreams are delight,
i meet those dreams in the dawning night
where memories old, , too old too old
in a coffer stored, never were sold
in dreams I fall, in dreams I rise
in dreams like child I scream and cry
i see those things what I left behind
back in time, where hearts were kind
like a gust of wind in dreams I am wild
in sleep I am still a dreaming child
where memories old, too old too old
we had a silken skin and a heart of gold
in the dead of the night when away lies sun
i am a noble man when my eyes are shun
but things they change when I awake
those mortal dreams, like glasses break
like breeze now I blow so calm and mild
i wonder where’s that dreaming child
dreams are the doors of new world full of hope and belief, wonderfully expressed feeling of a innocent child bravo sir
A very dreamy and fascinating poem very delicately crafted..........I loved it....a must 10.....Kanav
a truly beautiful poem...amazing lines yes there is a difference in the world of reality and the world of dreams
Dreams are a doorway which often opens straight into an unforeseen wonderland. A lovely poem Kanav, which makes me long for a beautiful dream. May this dream of mine at least come true!
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Dear Kanav, This is a sweet melodious poem. It is true that sometimes the dreams are very sweet. Nice one. Thanks!
......dreaming child within us is really lost...call it a result of time or sign of development, we've lost the capacity to dream........and so have lost our innocence.....great write Kanav
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The drems of a child are innocent and sweet. Lovely poem Kanav.