NO DREAMS - Poem by Mamang Dai
The days are nothing.
Plant and foliage grow silently,
at night a star falls down,
a leopard leaves its footprints.
The wind blows into my eyes
sometimes it stirs my heart
to see the land so plain and beautiful.
If I sit very still
I think I can join the big mountains
in their speechless ardour.
Where no sun is visible
the hills are washed with light.
The river sings
But I have no dreams.
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