The little dreamer

In the midst of my miseries

Dared to arrive, thou tired explanations.

I would forever be indebted,

For thy reflection was the shattering intruder.

Where did the letters of concern vanish?

Where did thy bury the mere dreams?

For the little dreamer-

Once opened its eyes,

could see the tears shedding;

once learned to walk,

Could witness the trails submerging in blood;

Once learned to talk,

Could be left speechless;

Once learned to think,

could be denied to express.

In the midst of the miseries,

The little dreamer died.