A Dream Not Fulfilled

A Dream Not Fulfilled sonnet poems

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Lonely nights came by ,
Dark nights passed by,
One night dream couldn’t last long,
One moment there and then you see blur.

Martin Luther King Jr had a dream but it’s not fulfilled.
I had my dreams but it’s yet not fulfilled,
Myth is what I see daily
My eyes see blur

I will arise and make a move
Don’t you try to move
Our dreams are crashed before we see them.
Let us live by them

Dreams not fulfilled bother my soul
Dreams are the heart beat of my soul

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