Iam Not Alone Poem by Santhosh Ravikrishna

Sometime in the past i had a dream,
in which i was sitting dull on a
mountain hill.

I was the one who witnessed the
sharp bend in the horizon orange,
sinking sun in the west to the
unknown lovers breast(bosom) .

there he was with unstoppable
ease, until morning the love song
never did cease.

I woke up in the morn from last
night's dream forlorn.
Finding me once all alone, i felt the
need of another dream.