Every night when I swoop in my bed
A mystery starts to play in my head
I blink my eyes in the dark light
My mind begins to sail the flight
I close my eyes and feel the place
The atmos causes me to embrace
There He was, feeling the moist of flowers
Hiding behind the creeping greeny covers
Every time when I feel disgusted and low
He is there to cheer me and blow
all my tension off my mind and shower
All His eternal love as a bower
I often feel astonished by His kindness
But the sun often spillsoff its rudeness
The rays of dawn hurts my eyes deeply
And I wake-up hearing His voice curtly
Everyday I register His voice firmly
But I fail to see His face really
Yes, He's only a dream voice
But He brings me out of the choice
Portrayed on me by the stupid society
And motivates me to achieve the final stone.
But He is only a dream!...
-DEVIMANJU MOHAN
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PoetryHi friends...This is my first book. But this is not a book,Haha because this is a compilation of my poems and thoughts which I have written when I felt bored or inspired. This book contains my English poems while the other book in my profile has my...
