Aspiring
lips and searching eyes
Withering
buds and shattering dreams
Eyes
searching for a rainbow in twilight
Can I
find them in dusky night?
Dingy
way that always sway
With
sharp thorns poisoning the way
Challenging
my soul to be thrown away
My
dreams, Ah! My Dreams.
There
comes an angelic wing
Taking
my dreams into a sparkling ring
A
world of mine, where shatter dreams will combine
To
make the physiognomy of mine
A
panoramic colorful hue of shrine
Where
birds will sing a mystic song of divine
Dreams
lined with silver and gold
Soul
clinched with clay so bold
And
to blow an alluring bugle
To
start the everlasting struggle.
My
Dreams, Yes my Dreams.
This poem is Dedicated to those who have dreams and to those, who
want to transform their virtuous Dreams into reality by the dint of their
determination.
(c)
All Rights Reserved, Shahbaz Israr Khan
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