And Our Dream Falls Silently

And our dream falls silently. Like those dew drops in cold winter; Those fall alone Without being noticed by others. Forgive us o Lord We cannot feed and raise Our own child called dream. Fear fear and fear. We are obsessed by fear, Inebriated by fear, crippled by fear. Every time we visualise rainbow sky, The cloud of fear appears there And shadows all colours. We are so much obsessed with cloud We deny existence of rainbow. So, we choose to witness- Our own child called dream Starves and then dies. And it dies right before our eyes, Right before our awareness. And then sitting by grave of our child We light up a candle, Lay colourful flowers, Call few of our friends, And shed our achy tears. We are ready to suffer Pain of death of our dream, But we hate to suffer Pain of raising and nourishing our dream. Forgive us o Lord. Amen. © Arun Maji