dare to call it an imbecilic dream???

I was there,always
In a stagnant mood,droping my eye lids
Never dared to look at you
But had a desire to have a dream with in me

They called me a 'petite' and ignored voice for me
I saw the steed in fetters with in me
Trashed away my dreams and called it a reverie
Now I stand as a deviant before them

Shall I wait for the 'final day' to come and give me justice
Here ends the days of fiasco
I reflect the filthy society no more
But want to recreate the 'blessed voice'
Am I able to or is it just an imbecilic dream??



Poetry by aleena sebastian
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Written on 2007-11-13 at 06:14

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