Bouncing in nets of sleep
carousing winky waves -
gently, I lay
grasping dreams grey
In a Castle built on clouds
- shattered my slumber
rude awakening indeed
Squabbling flock of Jade
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Copyright ©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai 5Nov2015 All Rights Reserved
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I would like to translate this poem
switch on the air con and windows tight you will wake up only when the sun shines bright thanks
Trying to save on carbon footprint. Thanks.