Dreams

a poem by Gopikrishnan Pisharody

I saw the dream,
the leaf of my verve,
It’s awfully of vividly and nasty;
I got an abrupt molest of the time,
wherever I, reviewed in life.
I find the two ways;
lone an awfully fresh and array,
however other is so sullied and swift retort.
I get mystified on the mode;
tranquil, I am in murky.
where, the vividness of SUN;
not, hitherto life.
Nature, respite me in a lane,
I force to slam my eyes;
that shade of night force to approach,
and smeared my new dream;
the dream of success