The Dream

The Dream prose poem

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I was walking on the beach
I saw her approaching me all alone

I stood silent when she stared at me
I was bewildered when she smiled at me

I was speechless when she said “hello” to me
I was dumbstruck on seeing her ravishing looks

I could not lift my hand when she wanted to shake
hands with me
I took courage to shake hands with her but I saw her
hand slipping away from me

I felt restless and tried to run and catch her hand but I
slipped and fell down on the land

I opened my eyes to see myself lying on
the floor bruised and wounded

I realized it was all a sweet dream

I was now sure I won’t get such a beauty even in my
dream

I decided to tie the knot who ever came in the way

I am now content with what ever God has blessed me
in the form of my WIFE

I dare not dream of a beauty for rest of my life when
I have a duty toward my wife who has everything in her but beauty

I regret for dreaming, of such a beauty, which has cost
me heavily for the rest of my life

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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Savi Mani
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Ramapriya ji no matter how beautiful a woman is externally in an institution called marriage, what matters is the inner beauty of the woman one marries and that is what keeps the marriage stable and rocking…….age takes its toll on everyone and the external beauty fades away but the inner beauty shines through thick and thin……..
a wonderful poem ……as always from you a little hillarious i have to say towards the end…but yes its said “Duty is man’s beauty” ……..and I am sure you have been performing your duty wonderfully……..nice poem

Preeti
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As often in your poems, this one too is laced with witty humor:) Nice!

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