One day there was a whispering on air,
that the sun has refused to glitter,
and the darkness was perpetual
few blamed that the development had it's share
others were talking about depleted ozone-layer
I tried to give heed to the voicelessness
was it the end of world?
I recalled the things I had to do...
I had to find a job and start my life
at a nice home with my beautiful wife
& I want my kids to call me papa...
Suddenly, I woke up seething with fear
oh! so it was just a dream...
I felt relieved and looked around
though, the sun was still not shining,
it was only a cloud cover
Thank god! my dream was not over
A temporary misty cloud on a dream permanent...good piece, Deepen 10
that the sun has refused to glitter, and the darkness was perpetual Fine Lines... Dreams are part of reality
sometimes we need to be shaken up from our dream like paralysed state to realize our own life's worth....lovely...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
welcome to poem hunter. good poem to start with.