I have a dream;
I dare not to dream,
I am a crippled man, indeed.
To my deprived self, I pray.
Son of time, but they.
I shall not dream once more;
To this broken flower;
Neither moon nor sun can spark.
Out of this blurry shadow;
Near the heavenly sky;
There it lies; the dream.
Yet, how can we dream?
Griefly guided by true evils;
To our before set destiny;
As the leaves of an alive dead tree;
Gone with the wind, uncomplaining;
Shall we contemplate a chance?
For it, to convalesce and set free,
And bestow its miracles and joy,
Upon our sleepless dreamers
Copyright © 2014 Youssef Boudarka
Boudarka pursued his primary school studies in his
native town Tafraoute,Morocco, before moving to Agadir, to
continue his secondary school studies. Youssef received his
Baccalaureate in Lettres Modernes from Abdellah Ben
Yassine high school, Inzegane. In 2011, He enrolled in the
English department at Ibn Zohr University in Agadir, Morocco
where he is currently preparing for a BA inLinguistics &
Literature . One of his poems is published by " Danse
Macabre De Jour '' International Literary Magazine. He has
been taking part in different poetic manifestations such as
'' 100 Thousand Poets for Change '' and '' Founon Festival
For poetry ."