GIANTS IN THE DREAMS

Everytime, I was with a thought,

Why these giants

haunted my dreams

Of the tall tree-forest,

our summer home, 
Of the narrow isle between

both school blocks...

'Why did you always sit

On my favorite mango-bough,

On the beach cliff,

On the grassy edge of our silver brook?'

Giants really were on waiting;

Waiting on the single foot

To trespass into my sleepy eyes,

and to place dominion at my dreamy skies.

No matter how mother's tales

 glorified their innocence,

The gigantic figures kept scaring on.

'Oh mother, mesmeric story teller,

Don't say any tale!,' I begged,

'with giants involved...'

But no night passed without them.

Mercilessly haunted,

My all childhood they chased

And released me when it was over.

'Now as I have been at the grim smoke

of the terrible dreams of adulthood,

I smell your absence.

You designed my fantasy once,

And whispered strange fables in ear,

Unsearched and untold.

Sleepless, on the bed, with opened eyes

Hope your marvelous return,

Kind beloved  little giants!'

03/03/2018

MUHAMMED RAFEEK.E