The Dreaming Vales

The Dreaming Vales

A Poem by Queen of Words


From The Author's Pen....
Today disaster management is a prime issue,but unless we do not see natural disasters are inevitable we can't manage it.Rather than pulling eachothers ears over the distribution of responsiblity of  "playing the GODS" and helping people deal the plagues let loose by the devine powers and making them more infectious,what we can do is we can listen to plea of the broken LIFELESS in whose womb the LIVING cradled to know why nature comes ablaze to put to dust it creations and what is in it for us to imbibe ..only then can we manage the disaster.read on...


I  have  a  dream-

that  one  day  I  shall  open  my  eyes,

to   see  all  my  crests  are 

reliquaries  of   the  chests

of   portions  called  life,

and  my  people  face  it

as  if   to  taste,

the  sweet  poison  of   strife

to  put  my  pieces  togather

setting  my broken  pieces  to  feather.

 

I  have  a  dream-

that  one  day  love

will  spread  its  wings,

like  a  milky  dove;

fly  high  above ;

 the  horizon  of  Earth

and people  will  help  it

 heal  bruises  of  nature’s  warth.

 

 

I  have  a  dream-

that  one  day  each  shuddering  hand

will  find  a  heavenly  land;

which  they  can  call  their  own.

One  day  every  hopeless  tear will realise

Destruction  is  nature’s  way  to  parse

Its  dead  forlon  carcass.

 

I  have  a  dream-

that  one  day  my  dreams  will  come  true.

Barbed   wires  will  be  pulled  down

to  ease  every frown

of  pain  irrespective  of  any  gain ,

other  than  setting  stones

of  Adam’s  empire,

putting  all  differences  to  fire.

Only  then  the  heavenly  crew

shall  put  to  brew;

the  waters  from  eternal  fountains

To  lay  the  gourmet

Of  ever  rekindling  countenances 

of  the  cradle  and  the  grave.


© 2013 Queen of Words



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Queen of Words
Queen of Words

kolkata, west bengal, India



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Hem hem hem...here are some silent pieces of paper flying around imbibing my words...fill colours in their wings with your thoughts.Iam the pen behind what you read here and they will sing for me :) more..

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