A Dream

As the doorbell rang, and I opened it casually,

Expecting a courier boy with some parcel big

But, you stood there smiling, tall and towering

I froze like ice, unable to respond, talk or move

You, the creator of a thousand paintings, poems

Which I adored, were priceless, my ever-loving creations

This creator himself you were at my door, how blessed am I

You sat on my tiny sofa, uncaring for the discomfort

With your usual divine smile, I drank my hot coffee happily

And hours and hours we got drowned in our own, happy world

I kept talking on and on and you listened patiently, admiring

Once in my lifetime, there was someone who listened to me

 All that unfinished dreams, unwritten poems deep lined in my heart

Oh God, the cruel alarm rang, once again I woke up to the world

I started serving my family, as usual, my dear and loved once

None of them even looked at my face for the coffee hot

Not anyone had time to talk when I did all their chores one by one

This life, I know very well that it will continue like this forever

Unless I am lucky and blessed to get that dream once again

Where my loving hero, you will come again to listen to me