Rebirth Of A Dream! Poem by Deb Panda

You rose, leaving aside his wary thoughts!
To teach me to dream, Oh Master-
Filling my vessels with worth invisible,
And dashed hopes rekindle, with thunder.

With a hail of pleasant gales,
You unfurled these heavy threads-
Laying beneath my unmoved soul,
In droplets of rejoice, voice of words.

Wonder, I came upon her reflections
The cloudburst, that reserved its pain-
Coming down, resonating with his voice-
In dusky remembrances, intrepid fountain!

They sang, oneself with his tone,
The agony-lone undergrowth, pristine
Looked through, curtains of earthy company,
Circumscribe! In lagged spirit -value of rain!

For whom does the wind sing, in tune?
Oh Master! Songs of his heart resounding
In hamlets, fields lonely adventure-firm
Youthful lyrics, longing- generations passing.


Oh Herald Heavy with fruits of his Pain-
For whom? Fury with fiery tears,
Humid! To console his ruminant accounts,
Declare! Whose arrival leads to my master!

Swear! She- looked for in mist,
In countless records, limped-struggling-
Hours of blissful pain, to persuade
His ailing spirit, absence of the spring.

Oh Muse! For whom is this legacy, disarray?
Inheriting her values, for who to console-
Elusive to fugitive folk of droplets, gathered
In Delusion, driving away the warrant Sun!