A child's imagination in his dream

 Jumbled In Dream

Often in odd hours of night,

I feel those mysteries abide;

Stooping down in joy and grace, 

who paints the blue-sky to red?

Who did the rivers jet brown?

who made the flowers to crown?

Isn't the stars all purpled, nurtured with lulling cool breeze?

I saw the ice-berg erupt, melting the fire to freeze;

I saw the scorching moon dwelled, waiting for pale white sun,

Mystery drops crimsoned in red, soaked the grass in beauty-bun

Crippled the crazy Banyan,

Climbers rose top to the sky__

I saw the mountains bent down, 

rivers flew into the high.

Violet all clouds surpassed, pouring the crimson red rain__

Oh! What the strangling world smirked, see all the sleep went in vain.

In this darkest of hour, I wondered what to think next,

how does the washes his house? Or does he waits for the rain?

Who knows the fairy might come, granting those wishes to brim

Oh, just to let you know love, all this is my deep slumbered dream!

~Bidisha