A breeze rustles through
On the greenish - brown hills;
Scattering raindrops of different colours
Puddles the flood of green paddy-fields;
Oh! the smell of damp-brown earth!
A gentle Easterly
A fading rain-bow
Slowly fades into the mist of
A silent lonely night;
Oh! the lonely southern star!
Tell me where I'm going?
This dreary desert of darkness
Engulfs me slowly like death;
Visions juxtaposed
Slowly driving me to insanity
Drinking poison in name of life!
Is this the Holy Grail?
Or I'm losing my mind?
There ain't a paddy field!
Easterly hasn't blown for years;
There ain't any Holy Grail!
Life flooded by the rain of tears-
It has been just a dream
I try to console my mind;
But I don't need a pinch to wake up;
This pain is just fine!
Oneday it will be time to wake
To witness a smiling spring
Like a nightingale chanting in dream
And endearing raptures in every swing.........
Deep Mukherjee
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-597/
