Smokey far away dreamland
Night-river billowy;
Standing on the bank saw
A branch of flowering tree floating
Sinking and rising
Sometimes gone up to the tot of crest of the wave
Grudually disappearing…
leaving a deep everlasting impression on my mind.
Weaking up I respond to day’s call
Engaged in household affairs
But when I stay alone I a’m captured
And see flowering branch floating topsy-turvily
I’m eager to know the name of that flowering tree
Ask whispering
The darkness silent
The light silent
The sky is fogy enveloped
The world is mystery envelored
Even the metaphysicians snoring
Hobgobling hocus-pocusing
My riparian home flying
fluttering towards terminal point
What it is?
A twig deep blue as rain-forest
Knocking my window screen
Heard ‘solipsism; solitair solitude….
Beyond sound…
On the solarium standing saw the universe
A dot!
As small as full stop
Left far behind…
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