Whirlpool Of Dream Poem by Gautam Sen

The composition of my mind,
confused and swirling of a kind -
some are faded while some look dull
some distinct ones, if you can find.

Whirls of my whims shaped into dreams
stirring inside to flow as a stream
turbulent thoughts, rich ores of mine,
enthuse me to inspiring themes.

Time pacing fast, forcing muses away;
before ideas gone, I want to say -
'Heaves of hounding views unspoken
make my golden reveries play.'

Till I express my dreams within,
enjoy my great enchanting spin
of all delicate fantasies.
Again I'll write, again I'll win.