WHERE IS MY DREAM?

WHERE IS MY DREAM?

 

My nights have become hectic and pathetic:

I am owned by the budgets and gadgets,

Enough to keep my eyelets unmet and submit,

Inside that unshut, I made to have an unrest.

the sleep is getting dragged as my unattended quests,

to conceive a dream, I must have a subconscious stream,

that has been encroached to prevent me from physically enriched,

let this be revitalized to keep me enhanced!

 

Where it could have been lost?

Upon the mountain where the clouds encountered the gentle breeze?

Deep across the sea which had rented itself only to the marine lives?

Swam through the rivers that flow in an uncanny row?

Caught inside the wings which are there for the birds to sing like a king?

Tough to trace like a truth found in the marital agreement and governmental implements?

Unwise to investigate into the doctoral thesis and in immoral choices?

Impossible to rescue from the virtual awe and political jaw?

 

How am I to know the whereabouts of my dream stealers?

What role did they conjure to make me a fool?

Was it the intellectual who sermonized the farewell?

Or an unethical bureaucrat masterminded it to disappear as a secret?

Was it that quality of politics drove a dream into a rarity?

Or the persistence of dirty as poverty might have crushed its fertility?

Could it be the upper hand of male in exercising the cultural drill?

Might have been watched over by the unassuming mortals!

 

Don’t tell this to those dream stealers:

That I am on a hunt to retrieve it,

Upon a voyage in the drowsy shuttle,

They might conjure an indirective battle,

To defeat and perturb me casually.

But they have a diabolic dream,

To seduce the peace and render me dreamless,

But my courage is timeless to be driven me as an aimless!

 

Dr. U. Mahendran.