Monday, August 6, 2018

Dream!


“This Lovely locale;
Golden sand on pleasant land
 I will make our home.

Fulfill here I can
Our dream for the refuge, that
From rains, will shelter.

Rain, with her weapons,
Storm and thunder attacks us
And tears out our tent."

Builds he a cute hut
Robust, with mud and palm leaves.
He blinks at its wink.

Fast he opts to stay
There; torrents, floods, and landslides
Gulp his entire dream.

 His desires perish,
Looks at his kin with murk, roll
Tears down and sobs he.




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