My Dreams

Not even the coldest of the winter,
when the blizzard had engulfed the world,
when life had come to a standstill,
and people gaping
how to escape the writhed stall

Or in the blazing hot summer days,
when excruciating heat,
brazed sweat to human’s gaze,
when to quench thirst
a life could be in trade,
and when a cold shower
is the best gift one could get

No such transient means
could make me fray,
from waking up every morning
and chase my dreams
and until I don’t realize them
no stormy winter,
or any blazing sun,
could make me sway
and no one could dare
take my happiness away

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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