It’s Nothing But A Dream

Its Nothing But A Dream prose poem

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They say.. a dream can keep you alive
Out of the darkest night where all hope stops to fight…
They say… a dream can keep you alive.
Where tears never come to an end and all strengths begin to bend
Where heart breaks into pieces and the urge to live ceases..
They say.. a dream can keep you alive.

Where relations silently die but the heart ceases to cry
When the eclipse covers the sun and life appears to be gone
They say.. a dream can keep you alive.
Where you are left only with night and no one wants you… not even your own sight
Where your health says,”not any more” and the heart wants to die from the core
They say.. a dream can keep you alive.

Where you want not anymore to know, where everything around you seems to have a flaw
Where your self-confidence starts to sink and every single particle everywhere feels as to have lost all link
They say.. a dream can keep you alive.

But, when reality confronts the sleeping eye, all the aspirations and all the wishes care to die..
‘cos it’s nothing but only a dream
Yet, they still say.. a dream and only a dream… can keep us alive.

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asoke kumar mitra

dream, long cherished dream, dream everywhere, day dream, dreaming eyes……without dream , life has no meaning……….this write can be a beautiful song with weeping piano, sitar, guitar and violin…….
loved this write, poignant write……….great style………I read twice. …………..I loved the line, “Where relations silently die but the heart ceases to cry……..”
to tell you frankly, I felt bit heart wrenching……..


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