My Dreams Now
Things I craved for many summers ago
are reaching me now
when I don't need them.
Dreams that got tired
After a long wait
I am not dreaming anymore.
They were stalled when I needed them
and now they are time staled.
Now my dreams are different,
They come silently from the firmament.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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