A Marathi poem rebloggedस्वप्न
An instance of a dream that I had some days back
A person (me) goes with a message to a distant village
on the way he has to cross a hot desert with obstacles
he meets many a person at various points in his journey
he is surprised to see the same people in the village
but there is something different as people here are sad
but whom he met on the way were very joyful and helpful
got me wondering, if I ever met them in the sands of time…
In search of gold, I land in a forest
where in plenty, are ants of all sorts
that would add to potential costs
as with bites they force me to rest.
I take a long discarded canoe
with a treasure map in hand
that would direct me to the gold
held and lost by an incredible tribe.
In the land of piranha and reptiles,
where the snake and the wolf make
their solo appearance in the dark,
I for one would be at my wit’s end
as to stand still or break into a run.
During my wanderings, I come upon
a deserted hut, that is for me to berth
to lodge myself away from the animals
who are all out as one, to dislodge my
plans and myself from this very earth.
I wake up to see the remnants of my boat
that has been destroyed by some creature
that went this way, and luckily missed me
and was i surprised to see my bag gone
with all it had that I could subsist on.
I will have to roam again as a fugitive,
as a person who lost his coordinates,
and hoping for others to come in search,
of me, a treasure for my beloved ones.