I am flowing like a river
Or flying like a bird
Walking to the beach
Sometimes feeding the herd
Yes in my dreams
Strange things that I do
I feel them in depth
Unreal although, but who knew
I was crying when my departed grandfather embraced me,
I remember waking up doing the same
I was laughing when my friend cracked a joke,
I remember awakening with a smile, how Lame!
I feel choked and stifled,
I was once falling down the stairs,
I am worried about finding my way out
And then I wake up with my eyes in tears
I laughed over it each time
On realizing, it was nothing but just a dream
All the worries and despair come to be so little
Because it’s a trance, how true as it may seem
What if I say that this life
This life is nothing but a small dream
Hold on a moment, Close your eyes and try to feel!
Hard to believe?
Let’s leave it for later
Later when we will go with the white beam
The beam of light which takes us away
Away from this realm
It will wake us from the delusion to solve the confusion
And, maybe we will show the same amusement again
Again when we will recognize yet another theme,
That this life is nothing,
Nothing but a small dream!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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life is nothing but a small dream-how true, an excellent poem.