An Hour’s Dream Poem by C. P. Sharma

I was at my Home
At the fall of night
I slept and dreamed
I was born in a new world
On a new curvy moon
In the lap of mother fairy
Innumerable faeries to greet

I went to school
As weeping school boy
Rubbing my eyes
Sometimes caned
At other coaxed
Reaching there
I opened lunch box

I grew up
As Prince Charming
Flocked by girls
Like Lord Krishana
With my curls
I had all fun and romance
With them I just dined and danced

With one of them
I had a crush
At my knees
I held her hand
Be my wife
I her proposed
Her yes, my life transposed

Then there came
A bogey of kids
Under family burden
I had several skids
In symphony many
a notes were missed
Seldom jarring notes were kissed

At the end
When I grew old
Many senses grew cold
Then the prisoner got paroled
From my slumber I got up
At my own Home I stirred up
At the dream I just smile up

Nowhere I go
From nowhere I came
This life is a
All a dream game
Even at 75
Craving Hall of Fame
Waiting for the house of flames

Life is just an hour’s dream
In perpetual bliss I beam