The Second Coming Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam
The Second Coming
The night flickers
As tantalizing as a
Half-remembered dream
With its mosaic
Of light and shadow,
The treetops could well be hills
Climbing up the sky
Seduced by the stars,
For the sleepless
The nightmare
Is the dream
Of a paradise
That makes their hell
Even more fiery,
There is no respite
From reality
Day or night,
Where are the mansions
My father has promised
When will he come
To take us home?
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