A blank paper is a blithe opportunity.
Thus to write is my choice.
What I feel regarding my fervent soul,
Would you like to know ?

In my dreams, I've been to places
never seen, with blank papers
so clean, lovely hills, trees, cattle and roses
Upon me, a canopy of the most beautiful pink skies.

Contended I wandered, lonely it seemed.
Understood the nature my elegiac being.
It walked, moved, swung with me
on a journey, I wished never did end.

All along I went groping in bliss,
All along I went roaming in bliss,
Again with the birth of dawn, this dream has an end,
with blank papers, I returned again.

I love this dream that lands me in peace
Love that nature which had cared for me
If I had to write someday, those blank papers
will hold the inscription: Life is a great poetry.