Hutinashro Dreaming On a Flying Bed
HUTINASHRO DREAMING ON A FLYING BED
My old bed decided one night
Time came for it to take a flight.
It grew white wings of soaring swan,
From room it went under the sky
Spread the wings and started to fly.
Bird of its kind, the only one,
Gave me no chance to even doubt
For in an instant it flew out.
For me it was no more a fun,
Shocked, I clutched its wings lest I fall,
Said silent goodbye to you all.
I wasn’t sure if I’d return.
My old bed decided one night
Fly to earth’s other side, now bright
With new sun rising in splendor
Splashing colors on the sky blue,
Glittered its gliding wings with hue.
In the green valley of flower
It soft landed the way it could
Like a bird after day’s flight would.
I was asleep in the dawn hours,
Dreams I left in my room returned
Not black and white but colored,
Your face glistened in my mind clear.
Flying bed you need to invent
To see broken dreams in color,
It’s worth, but maybe it’s transient.
May 17, 2018
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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