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The Dream is Dead

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Apr 2011 Contest, English Poetry

A dream was nestled deep within,

Like a pearl cocooned inside a shell.

Nurtured it with all due care.

Protected it like a treasured heirloom.

Like an unborn child in the mother’s womb,

Hoped it would see the dawn of day.

 

 

But then came a bolt from the blue,

And all was lost in a matter of seconds.

I was caught in a time warp.

And the earth stood still.

The ground disappeared beneath my feet.

Fell into an abyss, gasping for breadth.

 

 

In the distance, I could hear the shattering of glass

A room full of canvas was flooded

A façade came crashing down,

Like the miscarriage of life.

An instant hollowness in my heart,

I was alive but the dream was dead.

 

Dhananjay Sharma

 

 

7 Comments

  1. Vishvnand says:

    Nice poem
    Beautifully penned
    Liked very much the poem, style and the content
    Hearty commends

  2. Gion Gion says:

    Dhananjay,
    strong imagery. Very vivid. Well carried theme of birth, life and death.
    “Like a pearl cocooned inside a shell.” – this line would be better, I think, as: Like a pearl ensconced in its shell. After all the pearl is nurtured to grow as you say not transformed in a cocoon as a butterfly.
    “A room full of canvas was flooded

    A façade came crashing down,” – liked.
    Fergus

  3. anuradha says:

    Dramatically portrayed with right words. Very good read and runs like a lyric.

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