Faded...Yet Unfinished

My multicolored memorable past

Has been, somehow, faded...

Many peaceful evenings of my youth

Have been lost

With the west wind

Of tumultuous time...!

During my prime youth,

The fragrance

Of the 'bokul' flowers

Used to enter

Through the open window

Of my lovely feelings...

My throbbing heart

Happened to

Search for 'someone'...   

Many of my dreams

Have been crushed

At the sea beach

Of my memories...        

Yet I do hopefully Visualize

A beautiful scenery

With all purity

And serenity...

Because I am a dream merchant.