Broken Dream

Broken Dream short poem

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I lived in a sweet world !
Full of love, care & beauty.
It had bestowed a sweet dream upon me.
They were beautiful flowers of happiness.!
I had flown with the dream !
Held its arms tight.
But, I felt a sudden tremble..
My stars sprouted
Some were close, some far away……
Some shrouded in black clouds
A sudden crystalline thunder broke on me
I knew not where to go.
They pricked my mind
They pricked my heart
My soul lay still
Time has passed
Pain has not
Tears have withered away
Tears have withered away

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asoke kumar mitra

touching very deep to my heart and soul. tender touch of soft whisper…….of love lost….
and this is horizon and beyond. tears have withered away…………………I read the poem thrice….to understand the fragrance of the images, you used.
my voice choked,
it’s hard to forget someone who gifted you broken dream. who gave you so much to remember……..

I hear a moan, I see a black swan swimming alone………and I see the eyes brimming with tears…..again…

it’s a lovely write………..altogether.

Shamala Chandran

very touching poem…and thoughts are expressed very nicely…


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