Reverie

REVERIE I am at sea That’s inevitable at the moment Sitting on a bench Alone, alone, all alone I hardly know the place A park it would be I ponder over this make-believe world Yonder comes a grey-headed Old fellow, shivering He, I think is a genius In that province of profound silence He says a few words to me In a slow but steady voice, “All the world is a stage And thou art an actor”. Anon disappears my confusion But those words are striking often And my mother wakes me up Standing beside my bed It’s nothing but a reverie. Composed by C Muralidara Kannan