Such dreams happen
very often
when the lover’s desires
are out in the open
her face veiled
the moon or not
nor the sun could unveil dreams
which came to go away
that at that moment all forgot
when I had a similar dreams
she showed her face
I was dumbfounded
such a real human beauty
the moon fell shy
and hid behind a cloud
the gal also vanished
in the crowd
hit my guts so very loud
I felt ashamed
and
feel till today
was I for that moment insensibly lame
the DREAM NEVER CAME AGAIN..
All such imagery is alas in vain
Such dreams come
but rarely again
‘Twas a lost opportunity in reality
It was gutless of me
sad to date couldn’t overcome it!
A lost mystery
a beauty too
O Poet Me
who made a poet of you!
(A poem I composed then
remains on my lips
as and when…)
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