Decade Of... Dreams

(Once upon a time there was a Great Depression in England). 

 

Sketching your picture, dreaming you in poems, picturing you in dreams, 

Attending classes merrily, schooldays filled with many fancies and whims. 

My deep love remains alien to you, watching your ascension bright. 

The solitary flight towards my silent love offered me an ominous night. 

Thanks to the converters of static resources, riches are created in the south. 

North, chanting the frantic elegy dancing with the bays, abyss, and starving rout. 

On metal dross, discovering coal for heating homes is more than a feast. 

The 'masses queuing at soup kitchens is the routine of England's North East. 

Dad came back on his bicycle, from the mines, soaked in the rain. 

Mom, preparing our dinner, me focusing on my studies, but in vain 

Parents told me-"You have to concentrate on your career, my dear. 

Albeit, you will create in the field of your hobby, magic clear" 

My yearly gifts were a few clothes, sweets, and love of my parents 

On the friend's birthdays, gifting and gilding were gripping and arrant 

Toys were their dreams; dreams were my toys, without any fiscal load. 

My toys broke! An episode spoke, dreams were like a rented abode. 

Mocking at a daft daydreamer of the beautiful lass, I faced the hassle 

And she confirmed the love for him, for he possessed a castle. 

Bitter was a practical lesson I learned, cruel was a life's voice. 

In the outer world, a rich, albeit stupid, always remains the first choice. 

Mom's constant concern is our progress, for which she burns like camphor

My years slipped away to understand my parents, their visibly cracked rapport.

Father's face reveals the passion in his eyes, whenever his kid's faces glow. 

Linked by the mighty river Trent and twisting river Soar, the canals flow. 

Sturdy sediment dried upholding a split! Aridity arrests algae to arise! 

Towards this dry wick astir is Jesus's flare! To inspire and apprise! 

My love shall flow like Ashby Canal completely free of locks. 

That day, on your door, you will hear, my lucid 'love-knocks'!