My Dream, My Pet Poem by Neela Nath Das
My Dream, My Pet
It lies and sleeps with me
and wakes me up, in the morning.
It sweeps my gloomy sky and
mops the soot of mind's every corner.
It cleans,
the chimney of my kitchen
where I cook my thought..
When the whirling dances
around me setting me on its
light wings it takes, takes me
away from the pangs of
my dull days' diary!
Getting embittered,
I try to drink Hemlock.
it snatches away the tumbler
and sings lullaby
to push me in deep sleep.
Again it walks gently
on my sleeping eye lids...
I enter into the domain
of fairy tales
by holding its hands.
It is my pet,
whom I have been rearing up
since my childhood days.
It is my Dream!
remembering and recalling the dreams we knitted in our youth And the paths we traveled Comes as a lullaby in our old age
Dream is the biggest mystery on this earth-a dream land lovely poem
dreams are really pet n its end is with death. nicely penned with your beatiful ink of emtions of your soul. xlent of xlents.
A beaut original saying with its own way of dreaming really telling us without dreams we have nothing, thanks for the read...regards
This indeed is a lovely write! It cleans, the chimney of my kitchen where I cook my thought.......... Love these lines much! ! Yes, dreams are our unseen companions that make our world sunny!
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 9:03:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
dream, a pet, that never leaves our side. lovely poem, Neela.