Sleepless Dream

My teacher told me to always dream,

Am a good listener; yes I do !

I kept sleeping; until I missed the gleams

I tarry a while and I missed that too,

With the tide and dark I dream,

I seek the light amidst the obscurity of the dusk;

Weary, dry and weary it seems,

Kinsmen raped the field to a dwindling husk

Awake now I walk; but blurry I see,

Steadily like a babe, I will make my feet;

Now I find my strength in my subtle SEA

Scars turned stars, arise from your perceptive pit;

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