THE ROSETTE OF DREAMS I walked the world of dreams through the tunnel of night; As I went deeper and farther, I looked back with fright At the melting roads, following me in my stead, slowly But irreverently, stalking each of my movement, imperceptibly Midway of my journey, I lost the direction, moving aimlessly As the road turned into rippling waves of desire, tirelessly. Seasons fell like leaves in winter - - grew and ripened relentlessly, Squeezing my dreams with mulch and greenery, alternately. I was not alone on the dream tunnel, there were others, starters and finishers, Hopping, jumping, and some swimming, in the churning waters With moon in their eyes, and the harsh sun twirling like a georgette, Knitting hopes and fears, in one unconscionable lace of rosette. Wounded and winded, I don't know when this dream became a solvent Dissolving me in its heady concoction, leaving me a creature evanescent. © KALUCHARAN SAHU India