O’ fancier, to your favourite plains
if you cannot afford to travel on
if this dream remains so and does not spawn,
then consider the moon which entertains
you, with the vision of its circlet- bright;
its limelike halo which mantles your lawn;
it roofs you when you sleep and waits till dawn
like a dot, till you wake with the Sunlight.
Also ponder, how it comes without pride;
dulls not your ardour; its worth, does not restate;
but, bears the curtsey to visit your gate;
to jaunt and make buoyant your heart’s inside.
Then, do you need a landscape to submerse
in the scope of beauty’s eternal face?
For what else can more joy to you begrace
than such a room to turn these dreams to verse?
Shamik Banerjee is a poet and poetry reviewer from the North-Eastern belt of India. He loves taking long strolls and spending time with his family. His deep affection with Solitude and Poetry provides him happiness.