Sweet Dream

Sweet Dream short poem

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A sweet dream is not a dream
As it seems, like a vapor hinges on sloping hill
To evaporate meekly with suns ray
Or to be dispersed by storming gale.
Scatter and fallen over lives in misery, thou
Unaccounted jewel ethereal in God’s treasury.
Like ruler of day, appear at dawn,
Lure the human souls to play
With hidden wants flourishing ever on infant steed.
Men talk, laugh and unfold their hearts’ liberty ere thee.
Then your noon comes with slimming sleep
Weakens in fancies, trimming wings
Like a caged bird or like a butterfly shedding its untimely hues.
Thy apparitions appear like a blue moon that
Bid us adieu with selfish pace
Leaving us in taller forms unnatural at drowsy state.
Such a power you have , though reticent,
Hangs throughout the day like afternoon melancholy
Till another day comes to play laced with common story.
Thou child of wonder, playful and sweet,
Not too known but not fully unknown,
Amaze us utmost even in your brief sojourn
Revealing all feasting roles from yon magic case,
Then flee like truant meteor from midnight sky
Dropping trail of laughter and joys
And valence of sweetened memoirs
Even on doleful heavy hours.

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Shuvo Chakraborty

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