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6d
If I showed my life to the kid inside me
When he dreamt of dreams on nights of vain
If I showed it to him
What roads he would soon walk
And what β€˜forks’ he would regret
What would he feel?
When he realises that the colours in his dreams
Would be sombre in reality
That the senses in his dreams
Would be numb in actuality
What would he feel?
But,
I wonder if I showed him your face,
And whispered to him your soul,
Would he happy to see the sombre shades of reality sprinkled with specks of gold?
What would he feel?
Would he love you too?
Would he still dream?
Would he go through all the pain
To have a glimpse of your soul?
He loves you, he says.
You are all he ever wanted.
Sprinkles of gold
On the purest of soul.
You are all he ever wanted.
Written by
Aman Dahiya  21/M/Mumbai
(21/M/Mumbai)   
85
   juneau
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