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LOST DREAMS

Ananya Pal

It was long back;
When the fairies would tell me,
I too could fly like them.
Or the monsters
Annoyed by my sweet mischiefs
Drowned me in their hot soup,
Protruding their giant fleshy tongues,
Roared madly-
"Ha ha, your presence has made our soup a delicacy!"
It was when
The brooms were not used for its cause
And the carpets were mere surfing boards.
When all the pots had genies inside them,
And I had the power to disguise myself.
I remember,
It wasn't so long back,
But now it seems.

Maybe because-
These days I dream for the dreams logically correct

But not the way I dreamt before,
My fantasies to be my reality,
And my reality a genre I didn't adore.

নব আনন্দে জান্দ া 3 2020