If ever asked to rely on the night
If ever tempted to embark on the dream's endless flight
If ever woken up to enthrall loneliness abundant
If ever contrived joy life embraces interminably important
Ever I dreamt it more veritably fallacious day to day
Ever I walked it past in gay abandonment from way to way
Pinching the first morning sky in futile vain
Beating the retreat drum in unworthy pain
On the world’s most beautiful petals of rain freshened roses
Expanding yet again to witness desires rose
I live on dreams engaging and diet on the rebel days
Forever with her twinkling heartbeats everywhere she lays
The mistaken morning horizon that rears the star amusedly admired
The timid sun on the nightly sky often bravely incensed
I sold her the darkest sky and buy from the wicked world the bluest one
Innocent tears and wild laughter all in selflessly selfish tone
Well, she waits for the three wise men who follow the brightest star
In her cozy stable which I long to see every moment even from the far
My Love! I want you to be called a mother
By all the world, quietly walking through the nature's order
And me a father
You have pursued this journey for long
Yet, one fine day you are woken up
by the first cry of your newborn baby
Then you learn to walk all over again.
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