Waking Up To A Dream Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

The cool breeze of the morning
The sweet songs of the birds
The murmuring leaves of trees
The silent whispering
Of the lonely morning star
taking farewell,
All waked me up to a new dream
More beautiful and real
Than the dreams playing me
As a puppet in their hands
though out the night

I am blessed though
It is unimaginably larger than me
I can play it with my small hands
and decorate as l like
Even to some extend
I have a control over it

It has colours and solid shapes
Taste in touch and words in lips
Rhythms in movement
To be saved in memory for long
As if it is my own shadow
To my nature perfectly matched

Though I dance as a puppet
In the hand of my dream
I have been given the freedom
to dance as I like,
That pulls me secretly
To death unknowingly,
To hand me over perhaps
Who knows may be
To another dream.