Resented Dreams

When the dreams of sudden energy
Contrived my garden of joy
I too flowered and blossomed
In my very youth.

As the profession I had shared with people
Wore thin, I concocted a remedy
For I was a doctor within,
No dreams or illnesses.

I relaxed on the night of remembering my patients,
The dead were laid to rest and the mortuary
Stank of innocence, the dread
Filled the life of the sick.

May resentment be a tragedy
When resenting someone is like murder
Of another human being,
The same man or woman of the streets.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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