The Sketchy Dreams

The Sketchy Dreams prose poem

Uploaded by Kishan Negi

I also want to see
how the moon smiles
when the moonlit walks
and twinkling stars bath in it

I also want to see
the mysterious blue sky
where everyone wants to fly
and kiss its divine lips

I also want to see
the waves of blue ocean
that are restless and excited
to kiss the glacier’s forehead

I also want to see
how beautiful the earth looks
in the yellow shades of spring, and
the sun throws orange smile

I also want to see
how the tiny rain droplets
land on the earth and
then, evaporate like bubbles

I also want to see
how the colourful butterflies
hum with the beautiful flowers
while stealing the nectar from petals

Wish all these were true
but these are my fantasies only
that never may come true
because I am a small baby who can’t see

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