Somnium Poem by Arijit De

Oft in a turn by the avenue of life,
Sat a dream seller babbling different names of the dreams,
Caught in a whirlwind I swung hither n thither,
Not for once stopping by him.
Till a day dawned and I took a halt,
As the dream charmer dangled his satchel,
The den of dreams.
I bought a dream that I dreamt for long,
No words can fit, no song can narrate,
The soul that I got,
Magnanimous as the sky,
Pure like the holy spring,
I'll dwell with this soul till my last,
As the dream that I bought,
Turned to life with a gust.