A sweet wistful dream of a dream.

My little brittle Universe


I feel your love, your hopes

I fear, as you page them lay

I share your dreams of yesterday

But why destroy my dreams,

for being with you today.

I don’t need costly gifts,

To feel this good

I just need your moments,

Your space and mood,

A freedom and peaceful time

With you being truly yours.

A simple girl, I am,

Who plays in the meadow,

Does ordinary things and loves,

Why would’ve you chosen me,

I cry and keep on, asking same.

I fell for you,

How far did you fall;

Is it genuine regret

Or is it a lesson a wall ?

As I awake, I saw you no more, only a shadow,

Was it a dream, where I was longing for you ?

This poem hasEmotionof Hope and Apathy ! What shall one to when left to isolation ? We in our lives…

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