A Dream
It was early morn and
I was dreaming not realizing,
It was nothing but a dream
and here it is what I dreamt.
I was soaring up in the sky
no wings to support my flight,
Except my bare hands and legs,
To propel ; propel to reach heights
higher and higher; I floated horizontally
and swam in the cooler layer of
sratosphere like an ace Falcon;
And suddenly kicked hard to shoot up
vertically like the legendary Hanuman,
till I reached a Hermit's cottage mid-air;
Where he served me a bowl of fruits
which I never tasted back in Earth, my abode.
Suddenly, I heard in my dream a bell buzzing
that shook me off my sleep and I found
myself lying on my cot in my dingy room
holding still a book of Ramayana narrating
Hanuman's flight to Sri Lanka in search of
Sita, Rama's consort, across the sea.
Will my dream come true any day?
And will I ever fly like my hero Hanuman?
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