Poem by Rajashree Mohapatra
…DREAMS AEONS OLD
Those silvery beams of rain,
hovering over blooming hills
Percolate into my veins
as a glimpse of ray
and I wished for rain .
You flooded into my night
with handful of light
I proximated to the heaven
We painted the moments
with sparkling colours beyond seven.
Oh my love !
You furlough those moments ,
those waves of emotions
like ecstasy of brimming tide
yet silently shaping those pebbles
with living memoirs
… aeons old
with dreams across window sill
to gravitate into hued of blue
within our little souls .
©®Rajashree Mohapatra.
Bhubaneswar, India .
