A DREAM

Drft...Wud.

IN THE ANTICIPATION
OF AN ALPINE ADVENTURE
COMES TORRENT AND PRECIPITATIONS
IN SPITS OF RAIN
AND DASH OF CARE
GRAY STAINS SMUDGES
BLACK INK SMEAR




AS THE WIND BLOWS IN THE BLUES
WHEN PRAYERS ARE NOT ENOUGH



COZ THERE ARE THINGS THAT CANT BE WON
AND SOME ONE IS ALWAYS LEFT BEHIND



LIKE DEWS


LIKE PINK



ON THE WHITE OF AN AZALEA




THE STORY RECURS
IN GREEN-YELLOW-RED



THEN ALL YOU NEED IS
A CLIMB DOWN
DOWN !!DOWN !!
DOWN
INTO A SUB-ALPINE GAME PLAN




CROSS A FEW STREAMS
FOR FROM THE MIST
IN SOME UNKNOWN TURN


WHO KNOWS??
A WILD SURPRISE



IN AN UNTOUCHED
WET BEGONIA
THAT MAY HAVE SPRUNG
SO WHO CARES IF ??
THE MILLIES BLUSH PINK



LET THERE BE MERRY
BY THE KITCHEN SINK



AS THE CHINESE LANTERNS
SHINE PROUD
IN OBLIVIOUS AMNESIA



OF SEWA-LUNG MA'S
DRAPES & SHROUD




AND ALL YOU PAY
IS A WET FEET
IN RUNNING STREAM





IN THE MEMORY OF
A DILAPIDATED DREAM.



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DEDICATED TO THE TAGORE PHILOSOPHY
WE HAVE PUSHED TO DELIBERATE AMNESIA.
WITH A NO SINGLE REASON WHY ?
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