A Prophetic Dream
By Rajul Tiwari
Unusual was this night,
the indigo sky had a lonely bird in flight...
I ran to not to let it go,
my puffy feet hit the rough high and low...
The air was thick and difficult to cut,
struggling to run through, I slipped in mud...
lo behold, I was still wearing the beaming white,
a feather lands, gyrating fresh and light...
I held it in my fist, looked at sky again,
now it was dark with cloud, began to rain...
Through a smoother wind I run like I sway,
noticed mud and blood, through my feet slide away...
The feather began to grow in my arms,
it became the bird of the sky, with magical charms...
With warm excitement, I hear a flute sing,
my heart danced, and I rode the bird following thing...
I reached a gleam in the dark, the warmth inside increased,
I couldn't hold on, my eyes closed and creased...
The heart filled with love, it washed my eyes too
I heard a voice say, "Oh she is moving!! Hey, good morning to you!"
The hospital bed, no bird... I carry the feel, but can't see,
after a week, I slept listening to divine lullaby...
Tired and retarded, to coma I succumbed,
the sister told me, opened my hair and combed...
I lifted my hand and took comb in mine,
surprised, she smiled at my golden tresses that shine...
the sun winked at me through the picture window,
And I thanked Him for the wonderful show...
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