When tired night sleeps with me,
And you smile in my dream,
Breathing tenderly like catchy rhymes,
With the soft copies of life floats,
And a thirsty hunt runs in the dream,
Fills the soup of pleasure to brim,
As my darling bee hum me to chime.
I bare my thoughts to chisel it up,
As lay in dreams is not enough,
I woke up first and chased ahead,
But lost it all in summer parade,
The days are beating and the nights cosy,
A summer awakening is not so easy.
A waiting time meddles me long,
Sweat and sweet to creep along.
Paramananda Mahanta
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