THE LONESOME TRACK OF DERAILED DREAMS
Along the lonesome track of derailed dreams,
Even your shadow would play pranks on you;
Your mind reels and your sight suddenly dims
As a dense forest of imps blocks your view.
The gigantic shadow at rosy dawn
Has dwindled to a dwarf at baking noon,
Abandons you at dusk and you're all forlorn
As dreaded night comes and you pant and swoon.
Yet the real dreamer is unfazed and knows:
In every gentle breeze hides a raging storm
And no matter how strong the wind blows
Soon it must give way to that which is norm.
Just dream it and it can be actualized;
A shattered dream again can be organized.
{THE POEM IS FROM MY COLLECTION, 'COLOURS (OF LIFE, LOVE AND FAITH)'.}
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