Sunday, November 13, 2011

Poem In Response to The Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic~ Week 13~ I Dream





I dream of a Place of Peace
But dreams are in vain
Time and again there is pain;
I was brought to a Promised Land
Created with killing, insane;
Where remnants of blood
Traces of flood,
Sensations of fear remain;

I dream of a place secure
Clean colorful and pure
But I am not sure
As I see
 the flying roof of a bus
As I hear
 the terrifying sound of a blast
OH how long is it going to last?
As I fear
One moment in time
May be so fast , before we know
And thus we are......no where, no more;

I dream 
of a moment of hope,
Of a land where I may be
And I may for eternity, stay;

But now I say
at the end of the day
I don't dream any more
I am at peace for sure,
My childhood was happy
Truer than any dream 
and I
With good grace and gratitude
try to obey not to betray but to pray
to the Almighty The Gracious, and The Supreme.





7 comments:

  1. Aslam o Alikum mam,wonderful poetry

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  2. I like the working of the poem, sad sentiment but the acceptance in the end is what life is about :)
    happy gooseberry day!

    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/

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  3. beautiful dream piece.
    smiles.
    wow.

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  4. Anjum, skillful poetry in all respects. You words gave me such a powerful sense of where you are and when I checked out your "about" I was in the neighborhood. Very effective writing and I pray that peace may someday be a reality for our poor world.

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  5. very deep and enlightening words.
    smiles.

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