I had a dream short
yester night;
I saw in that
some thing of mine;
my life,
full of craze;
those sights,
them I gaze
were they of mine?
A cross junction
of love and hate;
from there a lane
leads to resting place;
the pavement there,
a heap of mud near
a plant over there,
that, my desire,
I had planted
along with you joint...
Underneath,
it was dry; there
I saw your mind
unwilling to water;
soil unsaturated
thirst not satiated,
expectations
high of mine
seen crumbled
out fallen
the desire plant
shedding dry leaves;
tear drops
water less!
My short dream thus...
Kesav Venkat Easwaran
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-of-reality/
