Poetry offering from Sultana Raza



 
 
 

 

The On-Going Dream
 
While I lived in
a dream,
it unfolded itself
the way
it wanted to,
uncaring of
the pain, the hurt
it inflicted
on me and the
others around

Dispensing joys
carelessly,
heedless
of whether
they fell
on fertile ground...

Too much for
one person
to bear
be it sorrow
or otherwise

Yet I float
through it
not knowing
where I go
following
each day
in its wake
for the dream
is not over yet

I dare not
plumb too deep
afraid
it might all
make sense...
the fears and
all the rest
I brought upon myself

As for the others,
they go the way
they planned
themselves.

to Sultana