Sometimes I dream of a place..
A house of every beautiful trace..
The sun rising with the golden crown..
And setting in the other side of town..
From those whispering dawns
To silent dusks..
You experience the joy of life..
Sometimes it is the nature…
And at times your dreams growing in stature..
From numerous tree tops..
To those lush green lawns..
The serenity of the place lights up every dawn..
The flowers basking in their fragrance..
The music, lover’s cadence..
Those numerous birds chirping away..
Finding their place of stay..
Sun shining with a special glow…
Rivers whispering in their flow..
Turning to forest for a green shade..
Or waiting for the clouds, the white cascade..
Echoing sound in the nearby mountain ..
The glories of past, hardly faint..
The place in itself is complete…
But only a part of the world..
My words may be complete..
But defining only a part of this emotional swirl..
Days look like dreams..
Nights as an inspiration…
The place surreal in description..
Getting better of my imagination..
An alluding cry i make to the god..
Thou shall allay me of all the fear…
To follow this nature’s steer..
It should take me to a place
where love is above hatred..
Nature is still sacred..
Evenings sing a lullaby…
Heart rhymes in rhapsody..
A place where you can dream..
Or a place made of dreams..