Dream's Graveyard Poem by Konab Ghumman

Ever I meditate,
Peep inside me.
There are many Skeletons,
I know all of them.
Once all were endearing to me,
Still I love them.
Skeletons of my dreams.
Some of them are taking last breath,
Want to preserve them but fail,
Some of them no more before growing,
Some break on their apex,
Some frozen, some burnt.
My heart' soul,
My dreams, my wishes,
Are going to die one by one.
Heart is turned into graveyard.
And I'm burning them all in profound heart.
As ever I see in my heart,
I walk calmly in the graves,
Noise can distress them.
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_konab ghumman