I love to believe

             I love to believe

When the first rays of the morning sun lightens up my face,

I believe that in that light I can somewhere see your face

When I put my naked feet upon the wet morning grass,

I feel as if you are walking with me holding my hands

And when the gentle breeze ruffles my hair,

I can feel your gentle care.

When the sun’s rays provides me warmth,

I feel I am in the care of your arms

And whenever I look up at the stars,

I feel you are beckoning me with open arms

And when after all day of hard work

I retire home dejected and tired

I feel that you come to me,

In the darkness of the night,

Draped in white moon light,

You come with mother’s care

And with your hands running through my hair,

You send me to sleep, while singing a beautiful lullaby…

Don’t know if all this is just a dream, but still I love to believe…..

                                                                                                    

                                                                     -Debabrata Banerjee