Dream Stealer
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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My dreams are stolen
Whoever has heard of dream stealer?
Even I had the snug feeling
That my night visitors were secured enough
That they would forever come back
To give me the only time I wait for!
I had nothing but them
Nothing but their holding my hands
Yielding limp unconscious hands
That with their touch would go
To where I had everything!
But they are gone now.
Gone with the ‘everything’
That ‘Everything’ in my life
I thought was worth living for.
Now I know
The life I live is my dream stealer!
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