Delusive Dream Poem by Pravat Kumar Mandal

Delusive Dream
P. K. Mandal

Morning dream, or dreamy morning
Both are enjoyable to me.
But the dream turns into mourning
When the busy day welcomes me.

Dance on the song, or song for dance
In my life both essential.
The life becomes tasteless and harsh
When they are rough unmusical.

The fragrant rose, or its fragrance
Both make my forlorn love complete
That love is still vivid ageless
When the rose has no scent and bright.

Story for life, or life story
Both are parts of civilisation.
Life and story become gory
When man loses all his position

Real fantasy, or fancy real
Both are really deadly and grim.
I regain my human ideal
When they break my delusive dream.

(April 6,2020)