A Book You Also Like Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

Dream is the word
Written by eyes
Sometimes but very rare
I read
While I go to market or meadows
Railstation, buses, bullockcart
Remotest corner of hills or pavement
Prison or brothel everywhere
Sometimes but very rare
I got the opportunity to read
At least a single pair of eyes
Dream resides alone
Awaiting to be read by others
Lunatics not here mentioned
Yet psychriatic gets lost to overpower
Some of such patient to be
treated with
Since the senses more or less
The same with the saviour
Whom we tried to illustrate
Throughout our life as a doctor or
As an artist of brush and colour
Lense and celluloid
Words and paper
Dream
Dream I read everywhere
Wherever the world exists!

Pranab k c
11/01/2025