A Dream

I, myself -
A dream.
White in color,
Running in motion.

A bird, a wave,
A stone, a tree,
Call me in any name,
And I care not fame.

Deep dark -
My life.
I am a water pot
With a reflection of sun shine.

No one is there to depart
From my memory.

by Gajanan Mishra

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