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Hopes, dreams, plans - futuristic images, visions

Sailing,drifting merrily perfuming the clogged head

While resting,going to sleep on the thorny rosy bed

Maybe a week or two away from the maddening crowd

Eventually he was on a train- so happy,he shouted aloud

Swaying heavenly blissful on the upper berth

Lady Adventure smiling inviting to entwine

Almost felt like sucking juicy grapes off a vine

At last he could make time and flee

From the unfriendly jingle of bricks and smoke

Not Home any longer - he was a pauper and broke

Sans the tranquility of fresh air and morning dew

Finally decided to start his life afresh,anew

An air-pillow cushioning his stressed-out head

Comforting the tensed muscles and nerves

He reminesced ,revelled on his success in the city

He had earned lacs ,spent lacs,wasted years- a pity

Night ended ,the New Day dawned clear and fresh

He stretched on his train berth wrapped in a shawl

A cellphone alarm jingled beside his pillow

Felt like a cricket ball hit by the willow

The dreamy,blissful journey had drawn to a close

The farmhouse,the cottage by the gurgling stream

The green trees,the ruddy muddy clean people

Bright sunny glow on the nearby Church steeple

The snooze alarm again began jingling and clanging

His wishful thoughts snuffed out..he had to earn a living

©bishu