When I Dream

I occupy him when I dream,
His mind addresses the dream.
His interaction can be cruel,
But why do we cry for him?
The tears roll down my cheek,
Last night I cried and buried the talk.
His nature is full of drama, drama,
And the future of drama.
The intriguing person dives into the pool of love,
The pool is so deep, the diving forgives me.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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