Dreamy Destruction Of A Dream Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

Every night, I hear the strolling Moon, sobbing,
The dark clouds indicate something, terrifying;
Night is still, sombre and sonorous, mystifying,
Dark tears tear the autumnal leaves, decaying.

Bed is empty, flowers are pelting the sheet,
The composed atmosphere is hidden by mist;
Far away, the casements, dancing in joyful fear,
Crush the soul's heart, living with shadow near.

The toiling night is over, and the darkness melts,
Some birds perch on broken world of wonder tales;
Moon hides, perhaps she is marked by crimson joy,
The Sun smiles; May he be the winning wanton boy!

My dream breaks as the thunder strikes the drowsy earth
O, it is pouring heavily outside, breaking dreamy mirth!