Unaware Poem by ragesh damodaran

I was born into the fields,
And grew along the stream,
I lived alone in darkness,
And sang the tale of light.

Days at end the birds and bees,
They floated in my air,
But I could only see them there,
Where none could ever be.

My days were total nights then,
Nights of thousand tales,
And each tale was a brighter gem,
But the brightest remained untold.

I dreamt a dream of serpent eyes,
Poisoning the dirty air,
I saw, feeding tubes come out,
From stranded Astronauts hairs.

Two colors of life I saw,
Right there in my dream,
One was red, the other green,
And both were pretty odd.

This dream I used to always have,
Until I woke alone,
All my days had by then passed,
Like sand out of my palm.

And as I sank into the murk,
I did behold the star,
Tomorrow maybe I will be there,
For now I will lie unaware.