The harvest of dreams

Geeta Khanal

It has been a while!
I keep selling my dreams
In the dead Streets.

In the freezing cold
I warm dream
Along with the falling leaves
Of autumn
Still managing to keep it alive
In the dark dark night
I keep fighting with the darkness
Trying to find a good deal
Hiding from cruel security
Bargaining with insecurities

Sometimes it hungers
With thirst with sleepless nights
Having something to having nothing
I keep selling my dreams.

From the silver lining in the dark clouds
From the broken roads
From the mansion of pain
I keep selling my dreams.

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