Impossible Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I have woven the dreams
Into your fragile body as
The northern star sparkled
Through soft leaves gaining
Breaths to meet the morning
Sun in the backyard of your
Youth; I collapsed on your
Lap as cold dew rolled upon
Blades of newborn grasses
Bent as rainbow laden with
Stubbornness of cool wind;
I have wiped drops of tear
When spokes of light hurt
Your eyes to catch the tune
Of my heart as you spread
Edge of your dress to heaven.