Narrative

A dream, Untouched dream, 
very far-off i am from; 
and the pain i feel, 
for that, there is no syndrome. 
 
of whatever i desire, 
all has fallen in fire. 
 
something is missing, and rest i am losing; 
what i have is not all, 
and then too, out of few, i am not choosing. 
 
for me it was a golden time, 
when i started from earth and reached the zenith and stayed there for a while; 
but life starts getting lime, 
when from there, i suddenly got an exile. 
 
a short story of mine, 
always pinches me like a pine. 
 
and now its a dream again 
an untouched dream, 
gone very far-off i am from; 
and the pain i feel, 
there is no syndrome....