Jim Reeves, Who Died Before My Birth Poem by Ruma Chaudhuri

Jim Reeves, who died before my birth
By Ruma Chaudhuri

In the misty dreamful night 
You came in the dream as a king of light 
I became so happy that tears came to my eyes
I felt that it was a bliss of Paradise. 

You sat beside leaving your crown 
Till then my tears were rolling down 
When in the mist I heard your rich baritone voice
It echoes in me and my senses​ rejoices.

When in the morning I opened my eyes 
I saw the beautiful sunrise 
As you came as an angel of light 
And filled up my senses with bliss of Paradise.

by Ruma Chaudhuri