My dream….
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Submitted by samyukta on September 7, 2009 | 30 views 2 Comments
With slow and steady steps,
With soft, caring hands,
I had built a dream
- a cottage of glass.
I could see in and out of it,
crystal clear.
It reflected back on the sun
with so intense a glory,
the sun sunk in its brightness.
It was white,
It was green,
It was azure.
The rainbow faded in its hues.
I walked tip – toe,
I ran frantically,
I danced in the rain of my joy.
I lived in fantasy,
I slept my waken hours.
It was my love.
It was my life.
In my sleep,
I lived my dream.
My waken hours
yearned for my niche.
My eyes spur blood.
It hurts.
Pieces of broken glass
pierce my eyes.
The brittle dream
that had rested on my delicate eyelashes
is lashing me.
My dream,
the cottage of glass,
is broken.
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thank u ketu for the comment.
tis nice knowing that you liked it.