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:

sunny said...

Aslam o Alikum mam,wonderful poetry

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

walekum asalaam sunny thank you

Lynnaima said...

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

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Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said...

beautiful dream piece.
smiles.
wow.

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

Dear Morning Thank You

Victoria said...

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.

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

very deep and enlightening words.
smiles.

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