Fairies Realm Poem by Dhiraj Das

Still, the wind carries the song from fairy's land -
That, I can hear sometime at midnight;
A melody of frolic folk through the clock of sand -
When, white moon reflects its celestial light;
Ecstatic melancholy beyond the bar -
Through drenched silence by the melody from afar -
Sleepless time but delight,
With the fairies mocking melody at midnight.

Beyond the vertical bar of hill with silver snow -
The wood of vines with olive green and maple tree,
Where all time the moon glows blond and low
And all fairies there rambling free;
I know there exists the fairies' realm -
Beyond our prolific mind's creative frame -
May the elves or dwarves be,
They're roaming free beneath the shade of sinless tree.