Roots of Dreams

Frazzled dreams fall through the wily chaos

Extracted easily; the fragile roots, with subtle remainder of hope

Traces of survival clings to them- the fear of being placed in insecurity

Of an unconnected fear grips the reality

The precariousness is real

What about those dreams and their inability to understand their language?

The friendly gestures aren’t translated well

Imposed constraints of the enemies form a formidable cage

Even if the roots were to plea and embrace the bars, they will be unheard

Struggles the dreams once uprooted from the benevolent ground

Protests are feeble in an unknown land

Thinking of the familiar dawn- dreams scream with minimal effort

~Amitav