Dream Poem by Krishnamurthy Panchapakesan

Dream



Hanging on a precipice
That overlooks deep valley
Holding on to a shaky stone
Or the hand that may yield!
The desparate attempts
To save myself from dying
Or to let go and enjoy
The free fall to depth
Shook off from bed
Panting and coming to grips
Oh...It was the 'Remote'
That my wife was snatching from me!

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