On a moonlit starry night
I woke up in a fright
There was no light
Only a slight speck of moon was to be seen
I was keen to know
if I was somewhat in a dream
My bedroom was not there.
It gave me a scare
I believe i have lost myself.
I looked up,
The moon was grinning
On the grass was the past
In the sky was the future
I needed to excrete
I came to my feet
I then came to my senses
that the best defenses
was to go to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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