The Excavation


Here lies that day that I dreamt of the sun
Here lies the night that I dreamt of the stars
Here lies the treelined streets, that I walked hoping to reach home
Here lies the sunlit classroom, where history held hand with poetry
Here lies that green light that shone off the first flush of youth
They lie in sleep not in death
The dreams can doze but they never die

I look out again straining my eyes against the sun,
I prick my ears among the din
I set out again across an arduous path
On the wings of poetry, looking for a new Fantasy Land.

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About Surya Sunder

Anglophone Bibliophile
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