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I Say What I Feel
Life lies before me like a sky washed sea Ever swelling waves, following one after another Moments gather, experiences that surge upon me Play hide and seek; me and my dreams together walk side by side, looking up at the sky Where rain clouds resemble mountain peaks A lonely white heron silhouetted, soaring high and high Pierces the pall of gloom, letting out sunstreaks Everything seems so real; the moments, the dreams Though I know I must dwell in there Where the withered reality tree smothers and gleams Submerging into an obnoxious time-mine, the layers Of which are fretted with choleric roots and gloomy stones. It's life real; stripped of all imagination (Which makes perfumed gardens with heavenly roses grown) No, the bubble bursts, it's all perturbation Around me everyone wears a mask, bereft of blood The well-groomed mannequins, the pre-programmed ones well fitted to the ways of the world, they flood The streets, the highrises, the parks; while the swans The immortal swans on whose wings the clouds reel The odious 'real' world lags far behind, with its heart of steel I soar up, catch up with the swans, and I peel My mask of complacency, and shout in the sky what I feel.
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