When Dreams Come True

When Dreams Come True short poem

She counted butterflies through my eyes

Stood on her toes and; touched the skies

In one long breath, she gulped a cloud

And sang to the birds, clear and loud

She danced in the rain and climbed the trees

She peeped in the nest and hurt her knees

She wept and laughed, she could shout and scream

And cuddled on her bed with a lazy dream

She collected pebbles and milk white stars

Stored them in two transparent jars

Covered her memories in a foggy dawn

And greeted the day with a musical yawn

A weird dream I could never understand

Until they gave my “baby girl” in my hand!

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Chandrama Deshmukh

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Chandrama Deshmukh is a writer by profession and a poet by passion. Moonlit Monochrome is her first collection of English poems. She has authored two books of Marathi poems. A storyteller of sorts, the moon is her muse. Poetry for Chandrama is that one streak of silver lining amidst the chaos of life. Being an avid reader, photography enthusiast and a part-time playwright, she believes nothing touches her soul the way poetry does.Buy a copy of Moonlit Monochrome - Amazon.com | Amazon.in | FlipKart | Infibeam | Smashwords | Google Play | Amazon KindleWhat Is Moonlit Monochrome?I am picking up pieces of life And handing them over to you. Dipped in words. And longing. This book is a map of my soul. My moonlit monochrome.- Chandrama
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