Dream Chasing

walking alone in the blaze of the morning fire..
steady steps trading with no desire..
a hope of plenty in the hope of less
i saw your face like a village of the Shire..

you were just coming out of the pool of dews..
what i saw was none less than immortal views..
never a fairy , never an angel
neither you were like slattern shrews..

The blaze of the morning fire was gone
but my dream chasing is still on..

                                                                       Manish Suhas Pandey (MSP)