Poem 157 - A Cloudy Dream

Flying in a cloud, more like a boat, people seem to have oars

I see other clouds, I hear a soft sound, sitting next to me a man snores

We seem to be going in a round, but from below I hear no noise

Down I see, rivers and woods, "Hold on to the boat" says a voice

I turn around to see a man, looking similar to god, guiding the boat

Am I going to heaven? But for now with these people, I'd like to float

Though I am flying in the air I don't feel strange now

I was even expecting the moon to be covered by a flying cow

A nasty wind blows a woman's shawl away

It disappears in another cloud, as the boat does sway

Suddenly the wonderful dream does cease

There is no more nasty wind, just a heated -breeze

-Gaurang Rao

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