Colour Of Dream Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

They say that dream,
Is devoid of colour,
The way the archaic films are,
The thoughts and feelings like a train have stream.

Since its inception,
Through Adam and Eve,
The colour began to reave,
The dream as does a star, fallen.

Yet the earthly dream, when accomplished,
Wears the colour of blood,
Joy, and the setting sun's mood,
Yes it's nothing but red.

Passes on the colour,
With the unfulfilled dreams of those like Plato,
Aristotle, Homer and the like that didn't come true,
From one generation to another.

Dream on and rejoice in its beauty,
Upholding their mission for others to know,
Since the Bard's humanity edifies us so,
While colour is an essence secondary.