Night
poem by:
Sheeza Phulpoto
Written
on Jun 30, 2015
Its late night oh slumber oh slumber come to me its late night I want to go in deep sleep where I will go in a fantasy trip where I can imagine anything where I can get everything I would go where ever I want I would be parent of my own no one would beat me there no one would ditch me there no one would make me rude no one would change my mood oh slumber oh slumber come to me its late night oh slumber oh slumber come to me its late night I want to go to heavens I want to taste the fruit of occasions where I will fly so high that nobody could catch me ever by going in slumber nobody could disturb me ever where I would change myself in butterflies so that, I may wonder on beautiful flowers that are so nice fragrances and lights In slumber there are many delights all pleasure will be mine there will be no yours no mine everything will be so kind I would go in oceans so deep That nobody could dare come aside No man ,no aim nothing so same every part would be different come to me my slumber come to me my slumber.
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Trevor Cartwright commented:
Your poem captures the dream world quite well! I too long for dreams like that. Just need to weed out the nightmares... Great poem. Thanks for sharing!
Christopher Russon
commented:
Such a lovely poem .
Frank Hornby .
commented on Mar 01, 2018 at 2:53pm
....since I've retired.....a lot of my dreams are of struggling with difficult jobs.......what is that all about?.......
