A DAY DREAMA Poem by Saddam
From the heave to the mountain Coming a wave of snowy rain. Every where is snow; But I want to go Go, for a beautiful journey As the pleasure of air blow. I am going in sky; in sky- very high Here are blue clouds and wind is shy. Sudden, I stay; here is sweet spray But where I am; am I stray? No, I am right; coming a golden light I proceed on the way, I flying like a kite. I reached the destination I stand and saw the reaction; of fire and air- What is the action? The action of air as I am its share The river’s water is sweet I stood when I care. It is that destination From there; we come for action And over your work; we shall go with satisfaction. Looking roundly, I proceed forward For comment I have no word In a great field, there were majority of people But there was no crowd. I saw a sited man on a big chair ‘HE’ looking everyone with very care ‘HE’ had a great book; and misses any name it’s rare. Suddenly I heard my name I think it is rhyme; but astonished- Yes, it is the same. I go near, but can’t see ‘HIM’ clear ‘HE’ explained to me; you will go in fire. I cried- No! No! But two angles take me and go They put me in fire I cried loudly- Alas! Oh! Oh! My ears listen- What happens? With my open eyes; I saw my family They look me with great attention. I tell them and laugh; now every situation was soft It is dangerous dream; I will not tell anyone, it is tuff. © 2014 SaddamAuthor's Note
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