Rejoice Of The Nightmare

Rejoice Of  The Nightmare short poem

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Every night I espy a dream
a dream of my own puckered face ,
drunken lips , swollen heart
and a stiff bow crossed head .

I look at my own hair ,
falling as slow as a wink of an eye
and to its very next trice
I see my bald head under the deserted sky .

I eye my skinny legs ,
purple blood rushing out from thousand holes
and my broad wounded back
stabbed harmlessly with thousand swords .

The dream seems to be a fun .
fun , fun and unfathomable fun
as it provokes happiness for the end
of my sullen sole life .

I see myself standing
on the edge of a hill ,
a sudden blow , smacks my heart
and I fall in a greedy mother’s womb .
The greed to love me not to hurl me .

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The best yoga of a day is reading a poem or a book .....A complete peace of mind and a refresher .... Things become easy when u have a complete mental peace .... Stop each and every work for 2 minutes , read a poem and i bet you will feel fresh all over again :)
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