Sitting on clouds,
Floats my dream.
Blown by winds,
From place to place,
Flying over blue seas,
Green mountains,
And grey lands,
Drifting carelessly
From country to country,
From town to cities,
Foes and friends
Dropping into loving arms of the beloved
And slipping away,
Playing hide and seek,
Taking various shapes
Of peacock, bear or elephant,
Dream runs from land to land.
Searching for life's joy,
From earth to sky,
Frantically running helter -skelter,
At last settles,
On its very own dreamland.
Thinking in day time is a dream we admit. In sleeping we see many sights is a dream which brings delightness or fearedness or both. Dream runs from land to land. We dream many ways but dreaming in consciousness leads to great works. Many persons frantically move helter - skelter for joy in life and at last they settle. A brilliant poem shared astutely.10
Dream! Dreams! ! In loving arms of the beloved, Searching for life's joy! ! ! Being like a little child with the fragrance of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Simply breathtaking and i feel I'm understating! .. Again Beyond #ing! ..++++++++++++++++++++++++
I haven't ever heard dreams described so deeply and incredibly Beautiful! ..
We all are children at heart and so dream like children.....I totally agree with you. A beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear bharati nayak, you are being a child while writing a poem. it is true.children are only express their feelings without any hesitation and barriers. American poet Walt witman said that I am the child of nature and my soul. you also blessed by those mothers (nature and soul.) my wishes... because of the busy work in office I am not available in poem hunter site for some months.. now I am came back
Thank you poet Saravanan Sivasubramanian for reading and giving your valuable comment.I am happy that you find time for Poem Hunter again.