Theme: Dream

Dream an Echo?

by Sony Dalia
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Dreams enchant, excite, evaporate
as camphor sublimates,
like gossamer links flit across…
shimmering as crowns
dewdrops on blades of grass!

As desire to speak dominates
search for receptive ears stretches
like infant’s cry for mother’s response.
Flowers in forest wait for eons
for rare glint in eyes of passers-by.

Life is a song to be sung by you alone
none prompts nor offers orchestra,
yet the show goes on as ordained---
mute voices long for endearing echo
from cold sources coiling coyly.

Dreams are like candyfloss
leaving no trace echo too dissolves!

05-Sep-2021

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Comment Grateful to yo C.B.Sharma sir for your appreciation.

Sony Dalia
08-Sep-2021 05:09 AM

Comment Thank you Unikrishnan Atiyodi sir for your kind observation and encouragement.

Sony Dalia
08-Sep-2021 05:07 AM

Comment Simply Woooooow!Wonderful rendition of inner world...

C.B.Sharma
06-Sep-2021 08:12 AM

Comment A sentiment where mute song become audible and acceptable. Life really is a song, may be a lullaby, may be a dirge or merriment. When a poet like you coin words, they enchant and compel repetitive reading. When you mentioned the camphor, there is a sanctified divine, fragrance. So sing again and again, dear Sir.
Best wishes

Unnikrishnan Atiyodi
06-Sep-2021 05:48 AM


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