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A Dreamer's Call...

Yes,I have missed the teacher's lecture.
I have missed the train which leads us to the success.
And I don't know how to survive in this strange land.
I lose my way to home;
I cannot recognize the faces.
Because I have closed my eyes;
I cannot see the pauper's crippled child anymore.
I have shut my ears because I cannot bear the gun-firings.I am sick.

But  my friend and I have found a new land,our senses are full.
I don't know whether it exists!
The fireflies lead us to the shore of the dazzling river in the night.
And yes,we walked there barefoot.
The ambience was unusual,
there were whisperings,I couldn't make out who they were.
And there was the beautiful Egyptian fragrance which aroused me up.

We reside there now.
And the engine doesn't whine there,
we don't read the Communist Manifesto there,
Oh!Yes,we did kill the hundreds of George W. Bush.
Do you want to come with us and behold the copulations of nature.

Hurry up!!I've come here to take you with me before its too late when 
a child would ask you,"What is the grass?" and you don't have the answer.

Come and see with me.

Comments

anindyo said…
ur writings r really imaginative .......... keep writing ... n
has that free spirit feel to it .... i like :)
November 12, 2008 at 7:03 PM
SUTIRTHA said…
HATS OFF MAN.................grt creation............it was a pleasure reading it............truly imaginative.........and u truly deserve the title of IMAGINOR....i would like u to name the ur blog IMAGINOR( a request frm a frnd)......it is apt for ur creation and imagination........
November 12, 2008 at 9:08 PM
Unknown said…
hey just read it... good goin...
November 13, 2008 at 1:32 AM
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