Dilip Kumar Roy's Dream Tree (Click for RY Deshpande's & Sri Aurobindo's comments.)

My Tree of Dreams stands still, its boughs all point
To the sky they cannot reach, and yet I know
That benisons of the far daily anoint
Its fruits and flowers with ambient glow
Which, born of clay, yet radiantly lends
To our mortal seeds of life thy starry space.
There the vast’s own store of light’s delight expends
Its tenderness which no clouds shall efface:
There marvels overwhelm no more but reign,
Rich native rhythms of thy Love’s domain!

25 February 1941