Broken Dreams <br />by <br />Barnali Saha <br />(Nashville, TN) <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />What broken dreams fill my mind? <br /> <br />Like darkness in a drab room. <br /> <br />The pillowy softness of the shattered vagaries, <br /> <br />The reveries, the whimsical fancies of my clodpated mind. <br /> <br />My doltish, sottish, little mind. <br /> <br />I stand beside the window and see the street lights, <br /> <br />Sheaf’s of broken dreams, lambent cute and bright. <br /> <br />I am not Cassandra, I cannot prophesies, <br /> <br />My clairvoyance, my sagacity fail me. <br /> <br />A brilliant-black, nebulous sheet of distinction <br /> <br />between pride and conceit lies. <br /> <br />I fail to understand that, I fail to recognize. <br /> <br />As I look out, I see gray clouds nibbling the sky, <br /> <br />The black mix with the gray and make it duller, brighter. <br /> <br />I now hear the roaring winds, <br /> <br />The lightening flashed, <br /> <br />The sky rained on me in torrents. <br /> <br />Sweeping away my old dark dreams, my broken chimerical fancies. <br /> <br />By <br />Barnali Saha <br />Nashville, TN <br /> <br />copyrighted version. All Rights Reserved.<br /><br />Barnali Saha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-dreams-34/
