Fistful Of Daydreams Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

This music trail
through the unknown
Blue-Green forest
where chilling cool
kisses zooming warm shafts.
Along the way I meet
fistful of whispering
daydreams.
Offtrack, call of a
grasshopper to share
secrets of a different world.
Not for long am away,
return with heady confusion.
But soon turn dizzy with
chorus of chirpy wild flowers
and sprang to them.
The wild fragrance blend
with my music and
I try to float on the trail
through this unknown
Blue-Green forest
to again and again shift
offtrack to collect
fistful of daydreams