The Lost Dream Poem by Nash Thomas

In the very early morning, a high pitch sound heard,
A sudden stop from the nice dream;
A long beard lean man with spiritual hand,
In a meditative mood,
His face is so calm,
His face is so loving,
His face is so inspiring,
He is doing his meditation in the rose garden,
In the midst of his Ashram,
Seems like a big rose in the garden,
A nice lady with a little child came,
Awaken from the meditation,
Seems someone passes the hot news,
Lady with a creamy child walks towards to the mystic,
With authority and in an empathetic way,
Seeing the innocent face, the mystic make a touching on his curious face,
The child is so curious to see the long beard,
Passes his tiny hand over his own cheese,
With wondering, he extends his hands to long beard,
Mystic in the rose garden, unplug a rose flower with love,
With arty move, give it to the curious
The child sees something unusual, a flow of cosmic effect,
Air dances with joy,
Suddenly a wind blowing, a cool wind,
I felt the cool breeze,
It’s carrying roses odor,
The mother seems so calm,
Her face, like a river in the midnight
Touches by the full moon light, flowing with sweet sound,
Her face, flowing with love and gratitude,
Tri-union, find a mystic reality,
An event beyond expression,
Vanishes background roses, the flow of love spread in the air,
A memorable event, a mystic move, .
Suddenly, A high pitch sound heard,
I wake up reflexively,
A little bit, I can’t know what was happening,
A high pitch sound again heard,
Seeing the mobile, turn off the alarm,
Cursing the ring bell, a disturbing voice,
A great disturbing, Ever since I heard,
I, again, slept, unconsciously,
Waiting for the dream, Waiting for the dream,
Unconsciously, waiting for the dream,
With the ill-fated mind, I wake up in the late morning,
Searching on the mobile, how the ring happens,
Remembering the event; alarm fixed a day before,
To call back a customer at 3.45 pm,
Mistakes in setting date and time,
A little careless,
A nice dream gone for ever.