A WORKABLE DREAM 

(An English translation of my poem Kamchalau Khwab)

 I set out on a boat of memories

into the ocean of imaginations

in the search of my dreams

that had drowned years ago

the dark clouds of doubts

the terrifying storm of hopelessness

 the high tides of fear

 discourage me to go ahead

the helm of my courage

is about to slip away from my hands

as I see

the lighthouse of hope

I could know

this is the shore of an island

the island of desires

where there is a forest, full of  trees of imaginations

And on this strange island

I may not get my lost dreams back

but I can find a dream surely

a tiny but  workable dream