Creation is all miracle

Creation is all miracle
Laying under the sheath
feeling the
warmth of Morpheus....
I feel water on my face
salty in taste,
Oh...! am I crying?
Why the white land...
turns in red ocean,
life has turned a mot to me
or I have turned in mot,
Plaintively I smile
not to smile, But make
others feel, I am happy
in their world,
or
creation of their land..
where each petal of rose
throw the fragrance
of cajole...
the art which I always failed to learn..,
it was a castle,
built in my dreams
When it toppled my dreams
got buried in rubble....
salty water was all I felt
when I opened my eyes
all I saw
was tinged in blue
but I desist to believe and....
so I smile ,I am happy
in their world
Creation is indeed all miracle