More than the poem, I often fall in love with the poetic soul. The soul that resides in an empty shell, nevertheless, goes on to shine like a star and enshrines the poor reader. At times, I get those unseen fears, as the poet delves into realms beyond introspection, gathering fragments of lost emotions and nurturing ethereal commotions. Perhaps she is a dreamer, for within dreaming lies both advantage and harm. But then, what's the benefit of dreaming? What's the harm otherwise? Lost in the limbo of this paradox - life of a poet goes on to write:

"In realms unseen, the poet roams,

Beyond introspection, she never finds her home.

Lost emotions gather, like whispers in the night,

Nurturing ethereal feelings, embracing the light.

A dreamer she is, with wings unfurled,

For within her dreams, a new world is unfurled.

In dreaming's embrace, the benefits reside,

Where possibilities bloom and hopes coincide.

But beware, dear soul, of the harm that lies,

In forsaking dreams, where a spirit slowly dies.

Life turns stagnant, devoid of its fire,

Without dreams, aspirations gradually tire.

Yet the poet persists, with hope as her guide,

For life without dreaming, she cannot abide.

Through verse and rhyme, her visions unfurl,

In the dance of words, poetic emotions swirl.

So let us ponder, in the poet's sweet rhyme,

The beauty of dreams, the essence of time.

For within dreaming, hearts find their song,

And life, my dear, continues to move along.

What's the benefit of dreaming? What's the harm otherwise! Perhaps, that is why the poet keeps dreaming...and life goes on!

OM Tat Sat!