A Mirror Of Love Poem by Ram Kesh Mishra

A Seller Of Love


Once hunted by unrest at night
On the way at the age of our prime
I met a dream seller wandering
Under the stars in moonlight
With a colourful basket, full of dreams
For every human and for me
He passed on my way and temped
I begged him to give a bit of dreams
At twelve for my hungry eyes
And I guesssd his nature.

He handed the boon as ash
To rub and disappeared towards heaven
I did what he said but vain
And continued the process till hours
He returned to take his dreams back
And sea me, my sides of bed
Both the dream and frightened sleep
Were waiting to inter into the mind
That was already full with memories
And beautiful grace of her.

The seller whispered both of them
And asked me the reasons of
The dried drops of tear on my face
I show sorrow by vibrating those lips
That failed to uttar him reality
And I too, while I tried again and again
'Try by closing your eyes as long
As at least you should get a slumber '
I did as well I tried these efforts
But failed Oh! preacher;

He advised me to read some books
Or think about the happiest past
Or fantacy and touch the world of utopia
To be impassioned to prepare yourselves
For a comfortable sleep
Oh no! Oh no! I tried but get tired
No study is not my passion
And no thought, not a single event Of past
Oh! God of dreams Marfeus!
The fanciful dream fatcher

The moonlight gets dim and pale
The darkness opens its wings to fly
And birds are crazy in the nests
But I, O! seller out of doze of a sleep
'Silence! 'the dreamer 'said unmoved,
'I sea a shadow in depth of your eyes
The sings of the stormy love
It's our time to go with ray's of sun
He hoped me to send a seller of love
The Cupid a love seller.


Ram Kesh Mishra
Sultanpur UP India
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