The Dream
Sprang as a brook
And I gaily sailed
It gurgled, burbled, and sloshed
In day
Bad dream
It barged in
In loathe I flew
It fluttered, swirled, wobbled
In night
The Birth
Brings a life
And we dance with joy
To celebrate its advent
Always
The Death
Ends a journey
And we mourn its onset
To mark disapproval and pain
Ever
Life
Is a ride
With dreams and nightmares,
A cosmic chain of birth and death,
Is not?
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Birbhanu Singh works with a bank in Germany. Literature is his passion and he pens his thoughts in his free time and also reads books, Apart from that he loves to travel and is a dendrophile.
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