1.11 Childhood's Dream
The buds got nourished and ripened,
Into flowers beautifully brightened,
Flowers - multicoloured flowers,
Not a step without her showers. [1]
It surrounded the vision around,
Burning with melodious sound,
Churning the calm air around,
Itching with ecstasy unbound. [2]
Thoughts were at such a stage,
Shadows and light would break,
Untouching brightness unbound,
Too inadequate to fault her down. [3]
The flower - its beauty did peek,
Plucked away with sorrows deep,
Leaving its fragrance to seep,
Everlasting - a dream - a cheat. [4]
The childhood dream one sees,
Infrequently ever matures to be,
The cherished goals with sincerity,
Be crushed with matured cruelty. [5]
Only those in life really gain,
Who choose the life's real aim,
Diligently following the same,
Not lost in childhood games. [6]
The glow of all stages in life,
Be lost as gloom does arise
That life, youth, age are cries,
When nothing is now a prize. [7]
The life full of sweet dreams,
Ends - and one wishes to team,
With BLISS - that eternal bliss,
Hoping Lord's grace would kiss. [8]
poem by Munnan Misra
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