NITEN CHHETRIPoem 114Dreams of Tomorrow Long back ago, I was broken and timid My life was shattered but like a grain in the field, I knew one day that I’ll soar to the sky, but let’s make it clear, we are all born to die. I don’t own convertibles, i don’t chase the fame Any prospects of materials, never considered me a gem I just want a house with a grass field of corn, and maybe I’m too optimistic to blow my own horn But hell yeah what it could be, the night going by, taking chep tobacco drag and drinking whisky and rye. So come close to me, but not too close, I’m leaving here , Tommorow. Your beauty excites me, at the same time it frights me And when I’m with you, your aura do guides me My love is platonic like kings loving queens, and in that between, too wonderful things. I’d love to go fishing and surmise the scene, but unlike you’d be eating spring chicken McQueen I’ve barely have friends, nor mansion, nor mother, But I do have a garden, my plants need water So come close to me, but not too close, I’m leaving here, Tomorrow.Read More...
