I felt like swinging on moon
Like playing drums on moon
And even sleeping on its bed
While playing with stars around
Felt like painting the dark sky
With shining and falling stars
Along with a glowing moon
While dipping my brush in sun
Felt like filling up the dry seas
Placing back the fallen leafs
And refreshing withered flowers
While digging wells in hot deserts
I felt it while my tooth are in jar
My ears in rack and eyes on table
And legs standing beside my bed
While I'm resting sound like a baby
LIKE THE SONG: TO DREAM THE BEAUTIFUL DREAM, TO FIGHT THE UNBEATABLE FOE. SO IS YOUR POEM.
i like and love it....such a resting poem i ever read....so alluring in thought and spirited move of gladnesss... God bless a 10 +++++
Felt like painting the dark sky With shining and falling stars Along with a glowing moon wonderful meditative poem, beautiful moment of symbolic fusion between human being and nature 10++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What is not possible in the waking stage, that can be made possible in one's dreanland.