I felt very bored,
But what to do at night,
Then I thought of something,
And put on the light.
I thought of going to the terrace,
To watch the bright stars,
Instead of just sitting and,
Counting various cars.
As I rested on the terrace floor,
I saw something but i didn't scream,
A wonderful sight in front of me,
But I realised it was a dream.
I saw a night very bright,
Where moon was sparkling like the sun,
And pleasant fragrances around me,
Feeling like a king who has won.
I could see the birds,
Build their nests,
A working nature,
Where no one rests.
No concrete no cement,
Just natural shelter,
And small wooden bicycles,
Not a single place for pollution to enter.
I felt like staying there forever,
Where without wings I could soar,
To end my dream I opened my eyes,
And saw it wasn't night anymore.
What a beautiful dream it was, felt like I was in it, your imagery was so clear and vivid! Give it a 10+ Enjoyed this one very much. Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn
A lovely poem indeed with a narrative winding through a dreamy night and various splendors of nature. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Work of an active imagination. Rich flow of thoughts with captivating images. Thanks for sharing Rashmi.