fantastic night-dream even now
also makes me wild and passionate
to fly in the air blowing all threads
of my birth
it was about a birth
just as a baby i have born
among thousands of women
nice the look all they shining
with bright eyes and fragrance as I felt
inexpressible
my look also like stars
all the fleshes as soft as butter
the women and me laughing so heavenly
as laughed little God named Krishna
in ancient Vaishnav literature
the trance of enjoying earth
as a place where the shadow of any
illiterate but proud of ignorance
Hindu minister of India not seen anywhere
all day long I sucked the dream to glorify
myself as a child of rich Indian literature!
Pranab k c
18/10/2019
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