A snoring sleep I slept before I left
For the island of my dream I wished to see.
It’s not the island of R.L. Stevenson or Daniel Defoe,
Not even the New Atlantis of Francis Bacon or the Utopia of Thomas More;
But it’s an island of paradise different from Milton’s Paradise.

In the ocean of the Universe this paradise is the centre
And to this cynosure everyone finally dreams to go one day.
Like a moralist I cannot say who can go there;
But I can say an intellect of fine intuition can go there at will.
Yes! By intuition I see what this paradise is!

A friend of mine once interrupted my meditation for a dialogue;
As if caught my mood looked around Nature and asked about God;
I gave a convincing answer and he left with a great amazement.
Now I really see the connection of God, Nature and Paradise!

Elated to the top I fly high in the air
Like a wingless, rudderless and jet less rocket;
Smooth sail I make up without fail;
May be it’s like the wingless poesy I make my prophecy
Of the things of the future off the shore
The island of my dream I cherish most
Upon the journey of a dream fantasy on the dreamland coast!

In the Space millions of light years I travel to the cynosure
Crossing many Milky Ways containing clusters of galaxies;
All the way light and dark sensations dazzle fast the vision
And pass through air, clouds, gases, vacuum and dust particles
Accompanying blasting noises and eerie silence from distance to distance
As if moving from hell to heaven and heaven to hell at the flicker of a moment!

Suddenly felt I why the journey is necessary?
Human passion, emotion, sentiments and anger like the erupting
Volcanoes, melting snows, scorching deserts and inundating typhoons
Put human beings in turmoil and tear to pieces;
Perhaps to overcome such an event such a journey is undertaken.