These Dreams Of Mine Rises With The Dawn Poem by Soumili Karmakar

The dream I was dreaming about
Has been given breath by my Lord,
The rings of golden bells along the eternal indigo shades of skies
The yearning of silence and cadence
Floating on a patience's petal it flies.

The pearls of December with the wings of butterflies does wait for my stars
Oh! To be here in the garden of my dreams
Has been the life of aurora's hour.
Oh! to be the listener of my heart,
Here my soul rejoices through the ever passing sighs of dreams.

Long we've been in solitude,
Long we've lived to address our Homeland.
Did the marbles of the past resembled the reality of today's fighting wars?
Or did the cries of buds withdrew with the two hundred years being buried under the same shrieking swords?

The soul and my heart being the alleys of each graceful dawn
Have been caressing the morn's child to be born.
The city beside the great sea, and the wide World with its oaths;
Singing in the shores of endless waves
Searching for an eternal life,
Though springing Freedom meant in deaths
Washing away the sores breathing their last in days.

The soul with its heart soars above the skies
Let then, heaven be blessed if one's birth could change the rhymes of today's lives.
To bath in the splashes of Rainbowing smiles
To find the bud opening eyes in your light
To get lost and yet be found,
Let my homeland rise with Ganga, not paying a price
For the liberty she dreamt, gifting our today's a new brilliant dawn.