Elegy Upon The Shattering Of Dreams Poem by vittal vandavasu

The wind bears them with utmost care
Those dry leaves of a weeping tree
But somewhere they might stop their fare
All this, from a window I see

An idler has a lot to think
His dream is to someday cease dreaming
What of us who many times wink?
And live a life, many times screaming

Why can't one dream dreams that happen?
I have lost the needle to sew
But I still clutch the good cloth
And ponder upon fantasy and the reality

I am the boy with the gloom
I'm the flower that will never bloom
I'm the traveler who walks towards doom
And sadly, every second seems so soon