yet not life is so apprehensive, not so clean.........not so with enigma,
not so fancy on which I go naive,
still I view a second life.
a life so bitter like sorrows of bush,
so tasty like poems of mine.
my fellows...my queens,
my family....my real dreams.
all meet me every night,
under my eyes in my dreams.
not so fancy on which I go naive,
still I view a second life.
a life so bitter like sorrows of bush,
so tasty like poems of mine.
my fellows...my queens,
my family....my real dreams.
all meet me every night,
under my eyes in my dreams.
P.S.:This was the first poem I had written on "Dream" theme and posted @ www.poemhunter.com on 9/7/2008 . Not such a big poem this is. Just posting to initiate the label DREAMS on this blog.
PARAMVEER SAINIDISTINCTLY YOURS,
3 comments:
nice one....:)
liked it..
keep writing!!
:) gud one:)
@angel and divsi
thx
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