Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Dream and blur

Linda Bansil


With a thousand dreams
of some vivid and those I don't remember
I choose just one 
when people were many 
and they wore modest hearts
and chose to die only when its time


With a million dreams
of some lucid and those vague
a smile and some are tears
those that heart can't contain
I choose one when I can see 
the one who died and happy
in this scene of great health
I come to see a young father
my father in sweaters


We walk in a garden with stairs
and he gives me books and magazines
and helps me fix my bag
the scent of roses fill me up
my eyes blur and love it 


April 25, 2012 
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