Dreams

 

Once upon a time,

Through seasons and all clime,

I looked up to the sky,

To see the clouds go by.

Days and years pass away

Like pot potters and clay.

Many dreams, many visions,

Even trips to missions,

But none seems to come through;

Now I doubt if it is true.

My heart speaks with trembling,

My dreams stand fumbling.

 

To err, is human,

To bear, is a woman.

Mama says “Don’t give up”

Even when I feel choked up.

My dreams are passing away

Like pot potters and clay.

I try hard to hope

But nature seems not to cope.

I had knowledge of inferiority complex,

Now I have you, you mean complex!

Oh! My dreams slip away

Like pot potters and clay.