I have been searching my dreams
Lost amidst grass underneath the trees
When my Soul was resting there, in your gleams:
But the truth shall rise in my conscience, with thy cool breeze,
With time shall I Know that all my dreams,
I have plucked with my eyelashes
And have tucked into my heart, to cherish my soul’s love..!
My hands have turned into the heart
Holding a candle lighted for you
My ears have the noise of your steps
Wait, let me light the path to welcome you!
Copyright @ Ramanath Mishra