Even a little Glimpse
I don't remember.
It would have been a nice one,
as with the happy face I woke up
The beautiful forgotten dream
I hope I remember again.
It’s there deep within my mind.
The unknown colours of
the unknown flowers,
bloomed in the mountain
valley where the snow
has just left melted.
Was this the dream I saw.
Or the joyous moment,
I played with my family.
The kid in me going
to the extent just to
see the happy smiles
in everyone's face.
No it would have been the one,
Where I would have taken
the wanted hands
which I have waited so long
to the walk of my life.
Where she was beside me,
talking, laughing and sometimes a little crazy.
The walk through the narrow stretch
in early morning of autumn high.
The Golden Leaves paved as the carpet.
And the Snow white fog covering the distance.
The dew drop reflecting our faces,
A walk worth in my life.
I hope this was the dream that I forgot.
The forgotten dream
and a beautiful one.
