What if I wake up to see,
That yesterday was just a dream
And I am still a baby of three,
Yet to learn my A B C.
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I love thought provoking poems like this! Your so called weirdness is not weird at all. This is the time caught between dreams, real and surreal. A facinating poem!
Facing the muse of life! ! Searching for the truth! ! With the fragrance of creation. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Hi Ashika, Lovely poem. Yesterday was just a dream And I am still a baby of three... Is this part one of your poem Cease this time? It looks so.. Everybody dreams of returning to ones childhood. That is why H G Wells wrote “The Time Machine”, so he could perhaps revisit his childhood. Wonderful poem.... loved reading it....
Whether it is a dream or nap or it is a feeling of dejavu, you have astutely and incisively delineated this poem that I have longing to read this poem over and over again. I love the following lines... May be real, or surreal, Do I need to live it again, All those bygone years and more? Wonderanyone would ponder, What lies between the blink of an eye. May be that's why we sleep, So we can weave a life afresh, Each time with new start and new end. Thanks.10
Love this philosophical poem, wondering who you are, who is real and who is part of a dream. Once you find your answer, please share again in another verse, that would be very interesting! Many have the same quest.