I dream of a rendezvous with my beloved,

Under the shades of chinar to hear the sound

of a bird, singing the tunes of adoration,

On the dense twigs of divine creation.

Under the cosy lap of cherished comrade,

I dream of taking solace with eternal rate,

To devote myself for the real mate,

I believe, could gallop up my dying fate.

C'mon, O comrade! Lets travel the moons

of our world,

To kill the wierd darkness of our skies,

Beyond the floating galaxies of universe, I believe

our abode lies.

O! The queen of my kingdom,

I give you the powers of my dome,

Take over my throne and

rule my world, room to room.

Which barricade, O beloved, is stopping you

to fly towards my space?

Which law of nation hinders your journey in this race?

Lets develop a muscle to end this severance,

And transform into verity the hoax reverence.

©blessedpens