Lost Dream

By Yashasavi Prabha Patel

Wandering the woods in a hard sad rain

I searched for a cabin where I can rest

Dripping the tears long mixed with rain

I just want to leave still when I can

Miseries of life, sorrows of pain

It’s just too much compared to gain

Can roam freely again is only my wish

But it seemed

It’s not proper to taste this dish

I found the cabin,

Alas but it was not for me

It was already full so no one can enter this realm

Just as my imagination went out of the space

I woke up with tears and a pen in my hand.

By Yashasavi Prabha Patel