Whispers of Dreams

By Subhobrato Mukherjee

Within a chamber bathed in candlelight's gleam,

A fragile hand weaves dreams like a whispered scheme,

A letter's grace upon the parchment's face,

A world imagined, a tender, distant place.

"Beloved mother," the paper's tale unfurls,

"I share a vision, where hope and courage swirl,

In my mind's canvas, a realm takes flight,

Dreams bloom and dance in the fading light."

"As hours wane, my spirit's fire won't subside,

A world where compassion and kindness coincide,

In meadows of laughter beneath cerulean skies,

I sketch a realm where a better future lies."

"Pain bows down before strength's resolute stand,

In the tapestry of night, courage takes command,

A world of hopes and dreams takes flight,

Deep within my heart, even amid the night."

"Through fleeting shadows and moments unsure,

I hold close a legacy of dreams pure,

A daughter's love, a teardrop's gentle stream,

This letter's whispers, like fragments of a dream."

Each stroke upon the paper, a soul's fervent plea,

A symphony of wishes, unbound and free,

A daughter's warmth, a mother's tear,

In this heartfelt letter, emotions sincere.