It might be a pretty gift I won <br />The wrath of storm might seek itself a mind <br />A petty grace might be a beauty itself alone <br />The storm might be more temperate and kind. <br /> I alone in the sun stood to obtain <br /> Breath in free air, but all in vain. <br /> <br /> More to see the sun peep through cloud <br /> Or the rivulet dance on flickering mood <br /> I stood-I stood; but a call, loud <br /> In reverse from them became a dupe. <br />Her divine wrath, a divine beauty was in refuse <br /> But my wrath I could hardly defuse. <br /> <br /> In surging silence of atmosphere, I <br /> More to see the retreating earth stop <br />Stopped, caring little about her; or her to defy <br /> I took the role of Alien, ever atop. <br />In return of her, there although none to tease <br />All Kashful beside me stopped dancing in breeze. <br /> <br /> How far her should I realize, if I could <br />Little I know; but realization the sun gave in return <br /> Yet I glued to the scene, and did little I should. <br /> All in vain, oh! , I say 'twas better turn <br /> Before the sun went behind curtain <br /> Before I subdued my pain in pain. <br /> <br />Little more or petty less I could travel in diverge <br /> Among the Kashful, beside the rivulet <br />But all in dignity the death returned to my verse <br /> And the world all above turned fever and fret <br /> Now I churn the moments I lost <br /> Are all nothing but visible ghost. <br /> <br /> Today in return the day come again <br /> The rivulet flow fast, Kashful dance I see <br /> Petty much its better than that day of rain <br /> Petty much vile never it'll be. <br /> Now I see over head the sun beam <br /> Though the day I lost a dream within a dream.<br /><br />Pijush Biswas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-lost-a-dream-within-a-dream/
