D r e a m
It must be there
Buried
Deep beneath where
My awareness could not reach.
Surfaced in my unawareness
Touched my heart,
Filled me with affection
I had known only playing in his lap
But not since then
In the morning, still
Traces of that experience lingering within, I
Searched and found old family album
Looked at my uncle’s picture and
Thanked him
For visiting me last night.
It must be there
Buried
Deep within,
What I had known playing in his lap
But not since then.
Flying happens only in dream
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Poem dedicated to NANA KAKA.
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OSI Prompt : Dream
11 comments:
Ah, yes. I know such dreams. Beautifully done.
I have had such visits. You have stirred up some wonderful memeories.
so beautiful...!!
Removed my earlier comment Harshadji.. spelling mistakes..so many..
Well I loved the tribute you paid to your uncle.. so beautiful..
Albums can be nostalgic and bring about feelings of longing for familiar things and persons. Nicely done!!
awesome expressions..
u just took me to the fairyland :)
Nice read !!
Harshod, I am glad that this was a pleasant experience for your poet. So many like that are a horrible nightmare burried deep within.
Your poem shows there can be another side to what often turns out bad.
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what a lovely ode to a man you clearly adore.
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/08/08/new-reality/
isn't life wonderful!!! .... bringing to light the love of another is priceless....
Yes.How far one may be...
Love and affection...
It remains...buried deep within!
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