Flying Dream Poem by Bhargabi Dei Mahakul

All of you come on and watch, in sky dream is flying. Entire Ocean generally is filled with salty water but now it is filled with cream. It is just like that everywhere in nature flowing milk. Truly time does not wait for anybody. But due to flying of dream, to nurture us time has come to wait for a while. Whether it is unreal or real, while we see dream of far path due to the unlimited flow of thoughts mind dwells like a star. In such case in a bush before or after us we do not see any boundary. In screen of dream the shadow attracts and pulls and pushes us. Whether this is sleep or dream or fest or rest, everything lies in a race. While we wash face at that time we feel charm that dwells on. In East direction while morning comes at that time it brings colours. With billions of pieces of motion, actually a dreamful day starts. Actually during deep sleep how far life goes this nobody knows at all. We creep due to the tie of unseen thread of time. While dream falls in the lap of truth, it blossoms more like flower. On sea shore stars fall to watch this drama of reality. It means during dream many impossible things happen as real and possible. Actually nature has made dream for us to see and dream ever about God only. Being clever to fly in dream wings are attached to mind. Even for a moment we should not forget our father. His creation is really miraculous. Who can give comment to his creation? This poem is based on such theme and written on a special occasion in India and dedicated to the people of the world.