I had a dream, and I was on the precipice
The rocks were keen and steep, I clutched them with my life.
Looked below, dread the abyss deep.
The piece of bread seized ‘tween my tattered fingers,
Because I was ‘fraid to let go the crump
Lest all go hungry and vain..
As I moved down edging,
Afraid of the slide and the fall any moment to come
The ground beneath my feet
ne’er reached me soon.
I had a dream, and I saw the dead
Rotten and dried cadaver of men and women
Hung on the string like meat put to dry
Mummies, beyond reckon, and couldn’t know who they where,
and why?
I had a dream, and I saw the deluge.
Of gushing water that took me down
I gasped in the swirl, knowing not what-
the whirl held for me, down under.
I had a dream, and I saw the dawn
raise me in her arms, coddle me long
I woke up in time,
and saw it was morn.
Anilkumar Kurup is a freelance writer, blogger and has now forayed into screenplays. His first screenplay, “Charlis & I’ based on Dr. Shashi Tharoor’s ( Former Under Secretary, United Nations) short story of the same name will soon be made into a film. He is now into his second screenplay. He also is in collaboration with an associate writing dialogues for the latter’s screenplays.