Dream

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DREAM


“Tell me master, why do I dream?”

His reply was what he knew—
From the time conceived
Dream we did
Imprinting how we lived
Since the birth of our universe.
In a secret nook abides this truth
Which the mind would access
Only by dreams.

Five senses with the first breath
Recorded events nonstop thence.
Mind vigilant of flight or fight
Only finds time when we sleep
To sift images and sounds
Smells and tastes and touches
Conjuring a story
To maintain our sleep…

“But master,
What if born blind or deaf,
Are they robbed of dreams
For want of images or sounds?”
“Who or what denies them, their dreams?”
He had no answer for these vexing queries
What he knew was but a fistful of sand
What he knew not—size of the Universe.



 
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