The Dream I Chased Poem by Neela Nath Das
The Dream I Chased
I chased a dream and,
I kept in my slippery hand,
You shook it,
It fell on the sand.
The bubbles burst into color
I couldn't touch it though,
It gave birth to another dream.
I chased the broken bow!
Now I am a woman of alley,
I don't chase any dream'
I don't chase the bubbles anymore
My life became a Scream!
So wonderful.. A great write about the dreams we persue... When they have all came true, no morE should we chase them ever again... Great Poem My Lady The_African_Son
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4/23/2024 1:08:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
When you chase one dream, even if it disappears, another one appears in its place-which can be just as beautiful, or even more precious then the earlier one. Good one. Super like! !