Forbidden Dreams

Roshni Thomas posted under PenMuse-09 Poetry on 2019-07-09



All around like a little fly Buzzing through the good old park I let my delusions and fancies fly All my troubles did I park The dirty rooms, the stinky sink The shirts, the trousers, the tie All the load that makes me sink Countless knots never did I tie Looking for some companionship Beyond what money could buy No fancy cruise no haughty ship Just a plank of wood to sail by Just a moment of solace to cite A moment to cry my heart aloud And vroom they vanished out of sight And here even dreams are not allowed ______________________ ______________________