Poem - Dream of Lord Hanuman

I sit and wonder, at the voice asunder,

Coming from my inner depths, enriched with its ancientness,

the wisdom beyond logic, the magnamity of magic,

the highest concern for humanity, like dripping with divinity,

to save the world from peril, it assures like a christmas carol,

it envelopes me for safety, yet guides me for constant charity,

the visions I perceive, the most cherished for man to receive,

the Lord in his giant form, the youthful white transform,

the beautiful face and pink lips, size filling the township,

adorned with gold ornaments, wearing a red silk garment,

the sun looks near his face, hand holding the mighty mace,

the radiant smile and mighty arms, the form reducing as He approaches my farm,

gentle in voice and pure in speech, I look at him with awe beseech,

The Lord smiles and asks for water, I stand dumb without an answer,

he shows his leg and shows an injury, I can't comprehend this mystery,

I go inside to get some food, he takes a bath in solitude,

I return to see Him riding a bicycle, a jeans and tshirt like a local,

I ask him to eat something, he replies your sisters made an offering,

He bids me goodbye, and I still stand struck with a big why,

Why he came and where he goes, I keep wondering in chaos,

Only when I finish the dream, I get to comprehend the theme,

it was the Lord's blessing, he endowed his vision without my asking,

that increases my faith and devotion, I cry and laugh for ablution,

the grace of the Sadguru, the fruit of my worship,

came to me with full force from the Lord's kingship,

I pray to all to be sincere, the Lord will surely adhere,

To his law of blessing, for the devotee's offering,

He surely is Superman, the Might Lord Hanuman.....