funneral of my dream

beyond the reasons
dancing in the silky seasons
my love gave birth to a dream
so soft to be broken , so priceless to be sold in shops
in the city of destinies , it smiled everyday n slept everynight with the toys of hopes
storm of rejections , hails of neglections
made its wings weak.. now it wasnt able to fly
in the cold nights of loneliness it was hard to try
it died one morning , with only love to say goodbye
funneral of my dream was not the one of its kind
everyday people love, everyday is someone hurt
tears fall everyday ,for there is someone to their love so blind
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Greetings Akanksha,
pretty poem!!! Â unfortunately like all things, everthing has a final episode, even the things we hold dear to our hearts and cherish the most.
Jim
thnx for aapreciation sir
very well welcome...
i like the mood of this poem
what a wonderful write..loved the imagery you used..keep penning..:)