Dec 2012
If a poem has a life of its own,
and each life, nothing more than a dream,
*aren't you and me, poems written in dreams,
of someone, in some planet, some time?
and each life, nothing more than a dream,
*aren't you and me, poems written in dreams,
of someone, in some planet, some time?
The reality we know speaks the language of dreams; do we understand it's cosmic scheme?
(Kerala, India)
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