It Was Not A Dream. - Poem by Bishnupada Sethi
A forceful stream of cool breeze-
Originated all of a sudden
Just to bring along
A bouquet of fragrance
From over the rose garden.
I was drenched completely
As a pitcher of morning fresh dews burst
And it got drained out upon me
It was not a dream-
That I was chasing.
I was shaken off nevertheless.
Though I felt being air borne
I held on to the ground
Under my feet.
I did simply follow
To where I was led.
The wings in the mind got power.
An uncommon guest that I was
In a beautiful kingdom.
Being still in senses
I couldn't believe-
How a mixture of dream and reality
Filled up my space!
The grace and youthful beauty
Infused blissful energy into the soul.
There was a whisper into my ear-
The life's lessons are simple,
Time runs out before you notice.
Few moments of love,
A fistful of happy memories
Make up the full worth of one's life.
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