When night descends, sleep wraps the dreaming eyes,
Where red and blue-winged fairies softly play;
Through realms of sleep our boundless spirits rise,
Where silver moonbeams sing the dreams away.
The fireflies gleam, then fade in scented air,
The night-bird's cry still trembles through the gloom;
Each distant star wakes softly, pure and fair,
And guards our hopes beyond the midnight bloom.
In dreams we walk where moonlight gently flows,
Where childish hearts to magic songs incline;
I wait through days till love's sweet blossom grows,
And all my faith is nursed in shade divine.
Till joy shall come and every fear shall die,
We dream where red and blue-winged fairies fly.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India
Copyrights@October19,2025.
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