Dreamy Poem by dipak adhya

For proper nourishment
A seed dreams
Of a new generation,
It fancies,
The new one will be
As large as the sky.
Being so jovial,
It sucks the last ray of the sun
In its womb
And dreams...

A preg-mother too
Whispers to herself
For a soothing birth,
And the baby,
Her own flesh and blood
Must be one
Whom the world will know...

I look at the both
And can't differentiate
Between a mother and a tree...
Between a bud and a maiden!