Supriya Prathapan (New Delhi)
No matter how practical a mortal seems,
Can any mortal ever say,
That in the night or during the day,
He never dreams?
All living beings have different thoughts and feelings,
So they dream of diverse things.
Poets dream of beauty and romance,
While the worldly-wise crave for freedom, fun and finance.
Children dream of absolute merriment,
While the senile seek spiritual fulfillment.
The teenager yearns for his lover,
But the hermit prefers the silence of nature’s bower.
A dream reveals the mischief of our subconscious mind,
And relieves us from the pressures of our daily grind.
It transports us into a trance like state,
And every desire, it secretly satiates.
To all hidden thoughts and sentiments,
A dream always gives a much needed vent.
Even when everything in life goes wrong,
Our dreams inspire us to move on.
Dreams are like motion pictures created inside a mortal’s mind,
And they always help us to relax and unwind.
Dreams offer at least a temporary respite,
From the regular gift of sorrows that our Generous God so graciously provides.
By offering us this free form of entertainment,
With mortals, Guilty Mr. God, seems to have made a settlement.
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