I Killed A Dream

By Keval Jadwani

Part I.
Before it blends into my world,
And stick the roots into my heart.
Before it rebels and becomes bold,
I must tear it, I must rip it apart.
Hang it, choke it or drown it and bury deep!
Before it walks out of my sleep,
And haunt me with the promised land,
Where I can never be.
Hide the sun and dry the pond this flower shall not bloom!
I must kill this dream before it brings me to my doom.

Part II
Quickly I closed the door before the winds of summer came,
Drew the curtains on my heart on such a sunny day.
Robbed my head off the sentiments till only remained the shame.
When the crust grew tender I stabbed- smiling as I slay.
Woeful weeping and atlast a wail, I gently killed a dream.

On the empty fields of my life this seed I often sow.
Then spill the plague and spoil the soil, down the turmoil rains.
On this barren land of mine the weed of rhyms now grow.
This aching mind starves and begs as I smile and set aflame the grains.
Woeful weeping and atlast a wail, I gently killed a dream.

Part III
Thus spoke the dream,
Oh I pity your poor naive soul!
It speaks too much but little it knows.
I am not merely bound by your sleep's mould.
I exist on my own- eyes open or close.

You shall see but never touch,
Kill but I cannot die!
My existence is nothing much,
But a necessary lie.

And it will shake and ache your soul,
And you will beg, beg for more!
But then I willl stop and leave a hole.
From which all the dead's laughter will roar.

Carry on with your futile rhyme,
Which never shall fulfill your time.
As you sing them they begin to die,
And another better man I shall find.

And I shall laugh upon your grave while your bones stay still.
Burried along be all the things you abandoned to feel.
The letters shall read- Here lies the dream slayer.
And they will wonder why this dream you could never kill.


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