A Dream

It was early morn and I was dreaming not realizing, It was nothing but a dream and here it is what I dreamt. I was soaring up in the sky no wings to support my flight, Except my bare hands and legs, To propel ; propel to reach heights higher and higher; I floated horizontally and swam in the cooler layer of sratosphere like an ace Falcon; And suddenly kicked hard to shoot up vertically like the legendary Hanuman, till I reached a Hermit's cottage mid-air; Where he served me a bowl of fruits which I never tasted back in Earth, my abode. Suddenly, I heard in my dream a bell buzzing that shook me off my sleep and I found myself lying on my cot in my dingy room holding still a book of Ramayana narrating Hanuman's flight to Sri Lanka in search of Sita, Rama's consort, across the sea. Will my dream come true any day? And will I ever fly like my hero Hanuman?