A Wanderers Dreams

By Sasanka Satapathy

Behold o friend! How softly my days fleet 
Through the clefts of my fingers 
Like the grains of sand in the oceanic waves
Wish not: vain not in remorse and pine in disgust 

Let that go with the flow for what it’s meant 
The tendrils of the ivy in my garden too had a dream 
To climb atop my terrace floor and bloom 
And the Rose too had a dream to be damasked oft 

Gleefully smiling in your silken black haired braid 
Of lesser mortals, hard all our wishes that bear fruit as desired 
Now go with the flow, jump like the chirping Robins 
Under the morning Sun in the hedges and meads 

Oblivious of the scorchy bite of summer or the frozen winters 
Celebrate each moment of joy with your bosom friends 
Or else, who on earth can comfort your endless agonies 
Grey hairs and moustaches white tell the tales of prudence 

Your book of life has many a lessons unread, some songs unsung yet 
Some lessons boasted you of your beauty and grace 
Some stories still ended with your miseries in a sordid note, 
Still your soul trespasses all but loves to kiss your jolly face 

Sulk not to sit down with friends in the glowing bars 
As the tingling of the goblets fading into the bushes 
Oh my love! , Where have you fled away robbing my heart?
Afar from my sights into the azures, Pacing upon the clouds o’erhead 
Here, I am fading and withering like the moon in the daylight