Old Dream
A dream in my heart,
I always hold
No matter how in future,
it may unfold
Though, its secrecy
remained untold
It will never, in time,
grow old
Nor, with season,
ever become cold
For, in my soul and mind,
I had it mold
Thank you, brother Saroj Padhi for making me cry again with your poem ‘Undying Dream’
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