THE GIFT OF HEAVEN

 

                  

                                         

                             

                    

 1.               A gift of heaven indeed this blessed state

To soothe our tired and troubled mind;

Indeed, God is so generous and kind

He is our never-failing everlasting mate;

Sleep makes us forget for a while our trivial things;

To forget deep buried unseen stings;

Even the utmost sinner forgets his flaws

In this undeciphered realm beyond our laws.

 

2.        On wings of fancy in sleep we fly

Conjuring new worlds that match with our desires;

We may reach highest zenith or bottomless mires;

We jump with joy or fear-stricken we cry;

Our tricky mind weaves a magic veil

Unperceived strange things she doth reveal;

We fulfill our wishes unfulfilled which we conceal;

A strange way of healing ourselves we feel.

 

3.        Evil dreams play havoc with our mind

Like naughty goblins mocking at night;

Dreadful dreams like thieves make us jump with fright

Our thoughts unrecognized lurk behind

Assuming frightening forms ruffle our sleep

We can’t explain or see their meanings deep

Evil thoughts and acts never leave us to enjoy respite

True peace we rarely feel--- not claimed as our right.

4.        Our tricky mind, the ringmaster a vital role plays

In this game of dream-disturbed night

True dreamless sleep, the prime gift of full delight

An image of inner peace of a pure mind, displays

A flash of our spotless soul in mysterious ways

A gift of heaven to say in brief

A few self-purging moments, give us relief.

Some dreams show our prospects as if to say “Beware”

Some dreams dissolve like vapor, left nothing to share.

 

5.        Some dreams, a prelude for creative work of art

Some dreams instruct us to change and transform

Some reveal the unexplored regions calm

Sound sleep opens our soul and the mystic chart

Of worlds unknown and strange secrets reveal

A sense of weight, unburthened of our worries we feel

Guilty minds with corrupt thoughts restless remain

Far away from sleep and her dreamy domain.  

 

6.        As age advances, we feel the burden of our past

Events reflected bizarre on our mental screen

The serene world of sleep evades our mind unseen

We sludge and strive with dreadful reflection of our acts

Unlike the virtuous souls who feel the touch of heaven

In the happy lap of sleep, very few chosen.

Deep sleep unruffled verily a precious boon

Who heals our mind like the cool rays of full moon.

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21st February 2025                   Somaseshu Gutala