On the edge of time
Many a dream crumble
Like the leaves in autumn
To give birth to the new ones
I wonder on this cyclical process
How the world has evolved around
Giving birth to umpteen dreams
The raw one remains hanging
Till it ripens and self-processes
Into shining bringing the stars
Twinkling all around
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Dreams are unpredictable. Sometimes, they remain a dream, just a bud, .never to flower. At the same time, many dreams have been fulfilled too. When dreams come true they shine like bright stars twinkling all around. I loved this philosophical poem, Asim ji. Praying all your dreams come true.....10
I wonder on this cylcical process...... A nice thought provoking poem..10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great depth. Sheer beauty. Human dilemma so artistically captured. A 10