Oh, My dreams! If you had wings,
I would have made you,
To one of the finest feathers-
In iridescent tail of a peacock,
To dance and sing zealously
On the top of a Mountain of Joy,
When I see the violent Storm
In the Sky of my heart
Until I find a Rainbow of Hope
To stop the shower of grief
From the eyes of my Dark Clouds
That has been gathered in my heart.
Beautiful poem Vipins..You have used a great combination of nature in your poem which added the flavour to beauty of dreams of dreams...loved it.
I love the rhythm and how you express your love for her! ! ! Lindo Poet! ! !
Dreams taking wings and flying to the mountains of joy! A capturing image! Enjoyed the poem! Nice to see you back after a long interval!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, we all need hope.