In the zeal of touching the horizon,
Unconsciously making plans,
Spending off the time coins,
Hurriedly passing entire life,
Exchanging energy with speed,
Only to be exhausted,
Standing empty handed,
Drained, damaged and still
On the exact distance from the horizon when the alluring madness started,
An ear piercing sound started
Buzzing from somewhere close,
Luckily it was just a dream and
Sound was coming from the alarm clock,
The Savior, saved me back from
The bitter taste of reality dose.
Was that really a dream?
Am I rescued or
Still being allured?
©undoubtedlymine
22.02.2023 (day 53)
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Thought's Ride
कविताWelcome to Book-1 for 'A Poem A Day for the year 2023' dedicated to my favourite corner of Wattpad @PoetsPub Cover picture credit: Desygner Thank you note: Thank you @SAKrishnan for editing my poems. P.S. Feel free to point out errors and add your...
