Ratan Bhattacharjee

01-12-1957 / Kolkata

My Dreams Were All Around

My dream, wonderful dreams,
Dreams unlimited
My dream was all around
On my right, on my left
In front of me and on my back
Bright like a gem
My dream
was like a diamond set
in a fabulous jewellery shop
My dream was
like hundred suns rising in the East
in all their glory
My dream was
like a rose
that blooms full under the leaves
red in Green.
My dreams.

O, they are no more
I am now under the thick shadow
The thick wall is all around
The high hill makes the blockade
But know it sure
One day, Oh! One day -
I’ll smash this wall, this hillock
and this shadow of darkness and
make the flowers bloom which
never bloomed earlier.
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