angliholic
09-19-2010, 10:18 PM
Last night I dreamed of an alien girl
walking by the Ganges,
the mystic charming river,
flowing gently like her graceful manners.
She said she liked to see
the land on the other side in rainy season,
when it was covered with rice fields, banana plantations, and mango orchards.
With huts of the peasants dotted here and there,
it's no different from a green paradise!
On a sunny day,
a thin column of smoke may rise from a hut there
going up in the azure sky like her sweet dream soaring high.
One day, I firmly believe,
she'll fly like a beautiful butterfly beyond the distant misty horizon.
walking by the Ganges,
the mystic charming river,
flowing gently like her graceful manners.
She said she liked to see
the land on the other side in rainy season,
when it was covered with rice fields, banana plantations, and mango orchards.
With huts of the peasants dotted here and there,
it's no different from a green paradise!
On a sunny day,
a thin column of smoke may rise from a hut there
going up in the azure sky like her sweet dream soaring high.
One day, I firmly believe,
she'll fly like a beautiful butterfly beyond the distant misty horizon.