A Day Dream Poem by Saddam Husen

From the heave to the mountain
Coming a wave of snowy rain.

Every where is snow;
But I want to go
Go, for a beautiful journey
As the pleasure of air blow.

I am going in sky; in sky- very high
Here are blue clouds and wind is shy.
Sudden, I stay; here is sweet spray
But where I am; am I stray?

No, I am right; coming a golden light
I proceed on the way, I flying like a kite.

I reached the destination
I stand and saw the reaction; of fire and air-
What is the action?

The action of air as I am its share
The river’s water is sweet
I stood when I care.

It is that destination
From there; we come for action
And over your work; we shall go with satisfaction.

Looking roundly, I proceed forward
For comment I have no word
In a great field, there were majority of people
But there was no crowd.

I saw a sited man on a big chair
‘HE’ looking everyone with very care
‘HE’ had a great book; and misses any name it’s rare.

Suddenly I heard my name
I think it is rhyme; but astonished-
Yes, it is the same.

I go near, but can’t see ‘HIM’ clear
‘HE’ explained to me; you will go in fire.

I cried- No! No!
But two angles take me and go
They put me in fire
I cried loudly- Alas! Oh! Oh!

My ears listen- What happens?
With my open eyes; I saw my family
They look me with great attention.

I tell them and laugh; now every situation was soft
It is dangerous dream;
I will not tell anyone, it is tuff.