Oneiric Poem by Shruti Goswami
Oneiric
My factory of dreams
Spilled milk and cream
Dripping and spreading
Like your tangled hair
On a rainy day
And all that is warm
And all that is fair
Intrepid spirit
Now broken and repaired
Weave a tale
With threads of fantasies
That reveal
Slowly and surely
That spilled milk
That bowl of cream
Now empty and surrendered
To life's banalities
And succumbing to
Nature's vagaries.
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