DREAMS ARE THOSE
Dreams are those poems and prose
Woven in night proven in daylight
Ocean of feelings horizon of paintings
Pictures of life scriptures of joy and grief
Dreams are those looms that flows
Deep in silence heap of experience
Played in mind displayed in different kinds
Sweet or bitter treat or torture
Dreams are those beams that glows
Hidden within sometimes spoken like rhymes
Rings that’s true strings of clues
Singing life’s melody playing comedy or tragedy
Dreams are those blooms that blows
Fragrance of secrets balance of contexts
Laughter in tears glitters for years
something in thoughts feelings of hearts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem