Comes In Dreams Poem by vijay gupta

Comes in dreams
Her hand was on my fore head.
Coolness came in my mind.
She says some words.
Vigor came in my body.
Confidence came in my life.
She had power to make a surprise.
I am away from my native land.
Seven seas are in the way to my native land.
Where is my childhood pass away.
That school is also there where I was educated.
Neighbors are also there from them I have received healing touch time to time.
Some of them have become young.
Some of them have become old.
And some of them have passed away.
Children of my time may be at different places.
But where they are?
I don’t know.
Memories are still with me.
Memories of past always comes in day & nights.
Their time is not fixing.
Memories can stand against me in the passage, in the bus, dining table or in my dreams.
Some time they make me tense.
Some time they provide joy and cheer to me.
Neighbors are also here with me.
But great differences are there.
It is of fragrance, mood, style, motto & liking.
Warbling of birds,
Out cry of my cow, and
Cheerful welcome by my pet is not here.
Several cruel incidents occurred in my childhood and they are like bitter pills for me.
Now these memories are also like a cyclone in my life.
The time has healed up the wounds.
But the feelings are always with me.
Some times tensions make me tense.
But the hand always come and cools my mind.
Her spoken wards provide joy and cheer.
This hand is of my mother.
Who has passed away some times ago from this world?
But she always comes in my dreams.