In My Sleepy World Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

A dream which comes
In my sleepy world
From the clean and azure sky,
From the gentle breeze
And from the tranquil water,
Never deceives me,
It carries me
From this end to that end
Of the glorious sphere
With great spirit and perfect rhythm,
In course of time,
I become the all-important king
Of the holiest realm,
No one can depose me then,
I easily wander everywhere....
Even the most inaccessible corner of the world,
My creative blood spontaneously flows
Like a free-flowing river,
It's true,
It's divine
And it's surely unstoppable.