last night
the dream was a little bit weird.
i did not tell you.
but i am telling this now,
and you may not read this by
chance,
i married my own mother
and killed my own father,
that was what happened
in that dream,
i know the story of this
tragedy
like everyone knew it to
be
last night i went to the
cemetery where mother and father
were buried,
i was flying over snakes with
my magic carpet
and then i closed the door of the
house painted white and sleek,
and then my mother kissed me on
the cheek and father was there
watching us,
the clouds are blue as ever
and the sea was calm like silk.
when i woke upfrom such a dream
you were beside me sleeping.
it is a beautiful morning
outside my window all trees are green.
i saw black birds flying away from
the mountain
i felt the warmth of the sun.
All these, are real, and i watch
Them all, with awe and wonder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem