A Long Dream (dream Of Dreams)

A Long Dream (dream Of Dreams) short poem

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I had a long dream (dream of dreams)…

I went to a pond…
sat on the banks…
thinking about nothing…
as nothing came to my mind…
something moved out there…
some animal or fish, what?
it was very close to me…
I could not see any…
some time flew…
I thought of the past life…
I thought about my gone parents…
I thought of my brother no more…
I thought about stars and clouds…
yet again there was some movement
this time I went close to the pond…
only a big bubble seen…
it gave me the idea that life of ours…
is a big or small bubble…
I again thought of my family…
my wife, my children and gfs…
this time I saw a fish rising high…
but went below in the same speed…
this made me think our life also…
rises up and goes down fast like this…
now I thought of my old age…
how long will I live?…
how I will leave this world…
in a far distance somebody threw…
a stone upon the bank…
cluck sound came upon this…
this made me think our life…
is also making sounds like this

…I got tired
and slept ……

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Well. I am interested in Carnatic Music. Used to be a vociforous reader in Tamil and English books and novels. Compose English Poems at times.
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