I am happy to close my eyes,
And dream until eternity.
But this soul, is not ample wise;
Silence dwells in extremity.

My spirit shivers, when it knocks,
While it reaps those falling blossoms.
And when I gaze, those chiming flocks,
I beheld, It's been few autumns.

And once it starts to sleep along,
It's grasp, will clasp you forever.
It's there day-night, from dusk till dawn,
Who will not have to surrender?

Yet I feel merry to be caught,
In my death's fearful seize.
Why begin a fight to be fought?
If last truth is to get ceased.

So I am happy to close my eyes,
And dream until eternity.
But this soul, is not ample wise;
Silence dwells in extremity.

© Krishna Singh Parmar #writco #writcoapp #philosophy #writer