Innocent Dreams Poem by Gayathri Devi

Innocent Dreams



Soft, blew the wind,
Making the grass bend.
The windows fly opened,
The slumbering child trembled.
(The replica of Gods...
Innocent of life's odds...)
Flattering their wings,
Came the butterflies in rings.
Covered it with a secure blanket,
To allow it receive the golden casket,
That God presents in its dreams...
Sweet innocent dreams...

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