Gift.

By

Sayani Mukherjee.

I dreamed of you yesterday

The silken promise of your being

I watched your shadows glow

In the shadows of my night zeal

A storm of love is inside you

It inspires my poetic vision

The nonchalant child of your God

Watches me as I sleep under your kindness

The Apple orchards are ripened

It consists your bemused zeal

Ozymandius also knew this holy path

As I shudder through your bloody veins

The fairies are quiet around my aura

As they fetch waters from new Haven

My wish is forever to keep your promise

The leopard runs through this wild mist

I run my horses around through this

Earthly plain

It whispers God in your prayers

I forbid and leave my pain

This art is a gift to thee.