AN ODE TO A DREAM

(The fact remains that i rarely did ever pen a poem, but the compulsion was involuntary, and the urge had to be dealt with.... )

- in memoirs of a person who imagined it to be pearldrops when he saw tears trickling down her face!

Long live thee those who
reap thy gold in the sun
because if you let it pass
then the darkness falls,
and then pain, and then the final rest.
With their sweat they build the castles,
Of love, and longing, and eternal hope.

Hail thee the sparrow,
who builds its thirteenth nest,
because the last twelve-
she lost it to a snake.
The last of those feathers
She tore it from her wing
killing a part of her
to give birth to many more.

Honour thee the twig who clung to the tree
when the fruit ran away to be free
The twig lived long
and the fruit died in a kid's hand.

Love thee the dream-
who asked me to die to live,
and get reborn several times
so that i eventually died better!