I open book,
And am in world of dreams;
Eye lid shuts,
And am in journey to illusion world;
I fly, I swim and I strew,
In depth of sleep;
The book as lullaby,
Makes me go in deep dream;
For some,
Books for seeking wisdom;
But for some like me,
It's bed of dreaming world;
© Sadashivan Nair
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