Where a dream would come from?
From sleeplessness or lengthened days of deep sleep
The fear of not going further into that slumberous world
For, once accidentally the soul may have walked too far into a native land
A devout wish of the wandering heart could not rhythm there
A nobler world was forgotten around the crucial bend of life
Mirroring the death in sleep, when the foes want to fool around
Not dreaming too much in a state of celestial paralysis
The cludge dreams are misshapen by the hasty minds
What’s the merit of thinking of the universe’s truth
Being awake with the worries is something that death also eyes
Conscience can be the Divine intervention to kill such dreams
Why compromise with the enterprises of busy mishaps?
The pale shape of dreams are mostly desired
Where they come from is not the resolution of a soul
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 