Wilting Lies A Dream Poem by malini kadir
Wilting Lies A Dream
Wilting lies a dream
In a bed of remorse
Tended not
Pick up your spirits
For from harsh life
You have freedom finally......
No more trendy trivial trauma
Over severe conditions
To halt the visions
Shutting eyes
No time!
No time at all!
Man kind in queer bustle
Where the time to sleep
Let alone to dream?
Come let my dream sleep
In long slumber
In its final sleep
Today it is sealed
To its destiny
As true for so many.......
Death of dreams
No head line news!
Let reality knock your door
Beauty must bow
Her imperfect head
Like a soft petal fall
To join the
Wistful dead!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malinikadir
iNSIGHTFUL WORK, young lady...Philosophical in nature...and a wee bit on the darkside of the potic Insightful work here, young lady...Your usual philosophical approach maintains, however broadens here into (dare i say) a wee bit of the surreal & darkside....and you won't get any complaints from me, with my 2,000 + works on Death, Dream, and many other assorted darkside themes over the past 3+ years on this site...I like this very much...and you depict very well on this abstruse theme. F j R
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4/20/2024 12:37:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem is full of mixed feelings And I can see your darker side. Remember that we have two sides in our lives the dar one and the bright one.