A dream walking on its toes <br />A noise of my breaking soul <br />I heard a voice of a child crying <br />Yes, I want more <br />The ego screamed <br />No, don’t move <br />Dream frozen at its feet <br />Rattle of another battle <br />What the hell is going on <br /> <br />My life was taking a nap <br />In the meadows of oblivious sleep <br />Awaken with the terror of recurring past <br />Ran towards the future of melting dreams <br />Fate was a silent observer of the whole scenario <br />Until the child cried once more <br /> <br />I was fallen yet again <br />Shattered into countless pieces <br />Dew drops shimmering with a naïve desire <br />Over the magnum opus of my broken self <br />Whispering 'once more' as it still remains <br />A man in white uninterested and mechanical <br />Whistling a novel tune and cleaning the mess <br /> <br /> <br />P.S. Written subsequent to the idea given by a very good friend and a very fine poet herself, Dr Indira Babbellapati (Professor of English, Andhra University) . <br /> <br />Oct 27,2009 <br /> <br /> <br />© Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari 2009<br /><br />Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breaking-up-13/
