A poem penned while at college...

This poem, which I wrote when I was 20 years old, is special to me for several reasons. First, it was my first serious attempt at poetry. Second, it was published in my college magazine. I went to Fergusson College. And third, it was appreciated by my professors of English, some of who told me personally how much they had liked it.   

The poem has been written in "free verse" and dwells on a common human experience. Read on...   

Three hours and a quarter after dusk
When oft-times I retire
To enjoy a well-earned rest
After a laborious day
And, when my back meets my bed
In a tight embrace
My flesh frail, dormant lays
As if it were a body
That was from its soul divorced!
But, my mind refuses to go my body’s way
And, rises like mist to meet a deep dark sky
Over valleys deep and mountains high
Where sweet dreams and fleeting fantasies
Like a magnificent bird fly
Across my imagination’s airspace...
My mind, much like a busy bee
Flits across with youthful energy
After courting every fantasy’s flower
Its sweet nectar to suck
Returns to its temple
Wherein to prepare
Sweet honey of deep sleep
To preserve me for another day!

All those of you who appreciate poetry, do let me know what you make of it. Thank you.