Recollections In Tranquillity continued

DREAMS AHEAD
A child in the heart always weeps,
With a persistence for some folksy joys.
Visits in my dreams, a dreamy hill;
And to stretch myself out where,
Gorgeous rays embrace tender grass.

Insatiable is the thirst to melt myself in the rain,
And to stimulate the nostrils;
With the entrancing smell of the bathed soil.
Enthralling is to relish the sweetness of the wind,
As to gather the fresh cassia flowers.

To rest in a slumber; among the chirping crickets
Counting the honey – dipped mangoes dropping down,
And to guess from the song of the birds,
What joys, the future is holding for me!

To ask uncle moon for the stories;
Breathing serenity from the shimmering stars.
A mind beside to father me dreams,
Chanting things exotic in my ears.
To peep through the clouds in to the lustrous sky,

And to bid farewell to the moving clouds.