'WITH THE DREAMS' by Nilim Kumar

WITH THE DREAMS


Mother chided
For playing with the dreams
in the morning

I left making a face
To play with the dreams 
Far away
Mother wept bitterly

At high noon
After a long bout of play
The dream left tearing
my shirt to tatters
Making a face at me

I have returned at high noon
like a pauper
To my mother
Craving
dying for a plateful of rice !


(tr. by - b.chaudhury.)


Written by Nilim Kumar, first posted to the People's Poetry timeline on 17th May 2013.