And dream of a thousand things
That float about in your mind-
Like the far-away tunes of a cowboy’s flute
Who sits beneath a tree and
Remembers the face of his beloved
Words are whimsical,
Just like the cumulus-spread sky over yonder
That shines with the sensuousness of a sunlit horizon,
Quietly escaping into the veils of the dusky twilight
Reminding those young lovers
Of a much promised night of togetherness…
Far, far away a baby sleeps in its cradle,
Swaying in a peaceful rhythm
And smiling lightly in its dreams…what must it dream of?
The cold night breeze leaves behind its blessings
Embracing the baby hidden beneath its covers
In its nightly ritual of silent prayers
~ Prerana Choudhury
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