Funeral Of Dreams Poem by Deep Mukherjee

The Champak odours fall
Bird of paradise sings melody tune;
Clouds form a Nacreous;
Sunset and Sunrise!
A venomous serpent crawls in
Sweet nectar in her lips;
The Champak odours fall;
A dream or a reality?
In the distant land of Socotra
The unheard melody tune;
Clouds form a Nacreous;
While mind wanders through
The Fountain of youth;
Stuck in the sick grip of serpent
Dreams are fading away
In the oblivion;
The Champak odours fall;
Sunset or Sunrise?
Funeral of dreams! ! ! ! ! !