Dreams

By Taniya Mukhopadhyay

When the clock strikes three,

And the wind chime tinkles,

My mind wanders off

To that distant land, where,

I walk, unlinked with life,

The solitary lanes of my shadowed mind.

I yearn for the moment

When the door to wisdom 

Shall open wide; annihilate

The darkness and vices,

That reside ostensibly,

In the very human mind.

I dream of that wondrous land

Where virtues define a soul,

Hoping to find solace

From the obnoxious reality

Of unwanted acceptance, and

The hurtful denial of truth.

My far-fetched dreams

Are now interrupted, 

As the clock strikes five,

The light of dawn brings

With it, a realisation,

Of a new hope yet to be shattered.

The wind chime tinkles again.

As I close my mind

From the maddening dreams,

Of a new Dawn of hope

That fails to assert its worth

In changing the tainted morn.

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By Taniya Mukhopadhyay