I come out of sleep only to return into dream

I am that pain which cannot see the world

The dreams that I dream in the night

Are bridges that I build over the days

I am that note which could not become a song –

My language filled itself with pain

I am that range of mountains

This has inflicted silence

On its lips.

I am that last night

Whose stars, breaking their

Slavery to darkness ,

Become my sentences,

Run and merge themselves with sun.

Each day I rise

On the peaks

Of horizons of the mornings

I am that circle of song

which  scatters scarlet light all around –

  • Seshendra Sharma



This poem is about: 
Our world


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