Dream in metropolis
I dreamt of a dream once dreamt by
a
Painter now turned into a mist,
Whose long serene hands reminded
me of
The cluster of tulips.
Dew drops on her lips,
Rippling sunbeams on her eyes,
A mild sigh blew
In a somber winter evening.
A lady with a dog,
Crossed the road of dusty vision
That is now
Faded like lullabies.
Free rom falsified hope,
Free from desire,
She longs for a new dawn
When no one will sing the song of
tempest,
Where no bloodshed paints the
lanes.
A knock on the door;
Thinking that
the remaining leaves
Of a bare, barren bough
Whistle,
Outside a dog is barking,
I jump in my bed, holding a paint
brush
Between my fingers;
I Find nothing
But the poem
‘Dream within a dream.’
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