Stop Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam
Stop
How life-like, the dream is
How dream-like, life is
How unadorned, truth is
How dandy, the lie is
How near, the far are
How far, the near are
How quiet, the wise are
How wise, the quiet are
How sleep-like death is
How death-like sleep is
How fleeting, happiness is
How stationary, unhappiness is
How dawn-like looks dusk
When waking at an odd hour
In a strange place
When all one wants is to stop.
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