One day barefooted I imagined
Walking by the ocean on a sandy beach
On another day I dreamed of
painting a masterpiece
And yet on another day I dreamed
I sang my love song to a my sweet audience
My footprints were washed by the imaginary waves
My painting was hung on an imaginary wall
And my fans heard my love songs in my thoughts.
Jez, in fact it is your poem. Your original poem translated into Hindi, and then from Hindi into English to give it a new breath of life. Your original poem is worth praise