A Great Gift!

As a horseman was I drifting in the desert of life; Monotony of travail made me into a parched earth! Only mirages were provoking me to look for oasis; But no island was found in the mid of the ocean! Oasis of desert as island of an ocean was a dream For a long travelling man on desert or ocean sure! I fell exhausted on a place I knew not what at all; Like a bolt from the blue I was sleeping in a paradise! Was it a dream or a boon of Nature I was stranded? Poetry helped me to overcome all woes of world While musing over the beauty of Nature one day! I believe it was a great gift from God that I write Poems as skylark or nightingale sings songs high To forget its worries to fly to its destination sure!