Touching The Dream Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

Touching The Dream



Yes, the wingless-dream,
Has got wings at last,
And in joy sings of the future respecting the past,
Simultaneously spreading the beam.

Has been nourished for long,
And is going to feel freedom,
By making the notions roam,
From one gem to the other before long.

Proud am I to be a dreamer,
Since the dream has made me glow like a star.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dream
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Md. Ziaul Haque

Md. Ziaul Haque

Sylhet, Bangladesh
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