You promised a basket of glorious dreams, <br /> Like dawn's Shephali or awakened daisy, <br />To me the sky revealed, flowers talked, <br />Charmed I was with blue bird's tongue. <br /> <br />The touch of their untold impressions, <br />Suspended me from fairy's wings, <br />With a conjecture like wreaths of, <br />Your mystic tree, and its treasure . <br /> <br />My day's walk enjoyed night's moon, <br />The morning flashed in murky night, <br />Hope, aspiration, and thrilling, <br />Sprang and sprouted in echoing green. <br /> <br />Till now, with occasional often, moon blooms, <br />Letter as if a stranger, visits, in drooping winter, <br />And yearning tinges in streets, stands, and stations, <br />For your face, teasing smile, and enigmatic profile.<br /><br />Bazi alis Subrata Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-crescent-recognition/
