Dreamland Poem by Amitava Chakraborty

How my tiny heart dreams of a more tiny desire!
Rising up on the wings of an eagle to touch the sky
Or step on the land of moon one day sharing
Indomitable pace of the carrier in my imaginative fly.

How thrilling my search will be there!
For that humane old lady with a spinning wheel
Beckons me affectionately to sit by her side
And tell her folk tale to my ecstatic zeal.

How sensational touch was that with a lullaby!
As she puts her bony yet tender hand on my forehead.
Weird body with drowsy eyes when I
Seek slumber in her lap under motherly shade.

How my unstable strolling on uneven stony moon ground is!
Drenching myself in full moon at her own surface
Or aspiring to kick off the world beneath my feet
With no red eyes there to rebuke me for study race.

How amazing my stay in this unknown land is!
Exempt I today from attending the boring convent
Or drinking tasteless milk under grandmother’s supervision
To consume unto bottom for stupid health development.

How sharply illusion changes in dream too!
Leaving an eternal impression at heart in life course.
Black sky overhead with airless empty land
Scares me at once to send off the deceitful repose.

How passionately I’m fostered in own bed room!
When find I everlasting ease at my mother’s lap.
Can’t I build up dream castle in reality?
When dreamland itself in dream is nothing but a useless nap.

29th April,2009

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