Saturday, September 4, 2010


There is a dream in me
like a flower blossomed
in one monsoon rain
and in raindrops
I walk back to my village
home, to my origin
in earthen fragrance
and the only treasure
I lost not and with me
is my pure conscience
on which I place
all my dreams
and in fragment
of  my orange earth
I carry my monsoon
rain drops
like a feather soft dream
of one ocean unknown…..

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