In Dreamth I find a reality that my present reality denies!
I ask God why I am here
He answers
In thy Dream only
When a baby bird moans whence her mother waltzs on the sky
My dream wakes me up
So inside a depth of my sleep I hear that moan
It transforms
As if the whole world is moaning with her
So I moan
With that baby bird
The bird now sleeps and I start to moan!
Love tells me in my Dream
Who cares
Wait! And see!
What silken waves I foam for thee!
For only love can loveth a Dream
That love becometh my Dream
In a momentary lapse of a reason
That my Dream beckons!
For a soul now finds an ecstasy
A laughter hilarious
Echoed from all the caves of Thy Universe
A place of mutiny
In peace absolute
The Soul laughs hilarious
Whilst my dream plays innocence
In Thy Garden!
Copyright: Shamik Bose 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem