Broken Dreams ( English Poem)

Broken Dreams

Grew the dreams with my growing wings

Soft as silk and colourful like rainbow strips

Will sit on the  top of the tree

And fly to the mountain peak

Was told by the grand mom beauty of the greens

And grandeur of the woods on the Hill’s feet

Dance of the deer and flow of the streams

Skeleton of the farmers struggling with the plough

Children of the clouds running in a row

Rain drop drizzling and jumping of the kids

I too want to show my rhythmic skill

Why  my wings are cut and everything locked

O my Lord ! O my King !!

Dr.Pramodkumar

Pondicherry