Frivolous dreams echo in my sleep, wanton
Thoughts of willful disobedience, scream
In this canopy of endless nights.
Magenta clouds, their silk dress embroidered
With sunlight bold, yellow, colored in nature exquisite.
Skies so cold, their breath sweat drops of dewy remorse.
Marauders and sailors vying against hope, defying
The very nature of land, to stay still, and eat fresh food.
Stale and sombre for days on end. Waiting for the
Sickle to bend. For the hammer to fall down
On broken earth and dry riverbeds.
Another day, another sunshine, another dream.
-- Mohan
2 comments:
It's very thought provoking and beautiful all at once - made me pause to think about my daily life! I will have to read more of your poems...if you don't mind.
Please do take your time and read.
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