the yield

The yield

 

 

 

The childlike dreamer dreams of

a yield, though, it’s not assured.

He dreams of prosperity and smiles…

as it’d quench him if secured…

 

Each time he dreams, his pain reduces,

for he knows that if he persists

Undisturbed by the repeating light and darkness.

Soon, only one of the two would exist!

 

There would be harvest one day,

And it’s not far, hopes the craftsman.

But he has preferred to forget that, either way

He’s destined to start all over again…

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

One of the better poems Ive come across on writers

[deeps]

This is so wonderful, I like this alot.
Wonderful flow, rhyme scheme, and write.

[Jenny Nelson]

I like this! Makes one think about how it could apply to self. Dreams we all have, as well as the question of how do we make them real. Nice write.

[St.Jimmy]

a really nice written poem
beautiful flow and rhythm and a good rhyme scheme
the last line of the poem is excellent
a farmer's pain reduces hoping for good but in the end his destiny makes him to start all over again
good philosophy!
~Aaradhya