Garden of sleep

in the shadow of trees I sleep ,
on the misty green bed I lay
covered by soft gentle hustle of leaves

butterflies dance over patchwork of nature
in the celebration of multicolored garden
dew drops dance on the window pane
O ! my heart skips a beat…

The ruined tower looks so alluring
yet the fairy sings Sleep ! Sleep !
tired of tears and laughter,
weary of days and past hours
I retreat to this garden of dreams

drifted away to a land of stillness
no winds blow hither..
but fruits grow in plenty
for Fruits borne by me in life
have now reaped