Tired, fed up with neutral monotony of life
My mind comes out
Of the mists of profound thoughts
And in sight tipsiness of rapture
It collects:
Glittering stars,
Glinting sun-rays
Glimmering moonbeams,
Glistening pearls,
And with these gleaming particles
It tries to compose a poem of glittering words
But then something
Interrupts the reverie of my mind
And the glittering particles
Scatter in the hands of Imagination
Taking which it vanishes
In unknown evanescence
And only remains
The jingling sound of glittering particles
And their shadows
As an incomplete poem
On the sheet
Of my thoughts