Have you seen a dream crumble?

Have you seen a dream crumble? short poem

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Have you seen a dream crumble, I just did
Not one sound it made, nor a mercy bid
Silently and softly it shed its tears
Finally unbounded from all its fears
Some piercing pain I felt
Something perishing and foul I smelt
Some deep anguish, some stolid pain
Deep in my heart, why that disdain?
And when I knew, I could bear it no more
One query I brought to the fore
That dream, that immaculate dream was to fly
Why O why then did it have to die?

This poem is part of the Poetry Book 22 Poems You Should Read About Love and Life

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Preeti Govada is a freelance writer and poet. Born and brought up in Hyderabad, she’s done her MBA in Human relations and currently resides at Mumbai with her husband and son. She’s currently working on her upcoming book which is a collection of short stories. She loves observing people around her and integrating their experiences into her short stories and poetry. Besides dabbling at cooking, she enjoys travelling, browsing the internet, reading and spending time with her family. If you’d like to connect with her, you can email her at preetivandanamba@yahoo.co.in.
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asoke kumar mitra

lovely write. imagery are nice…….

kwai chee low

A beautiful piece; the emotions of agony and pain are realistically portrayed.


Emotions of agony, sadness and disdain are depicted very well.


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