I was sleeping like a feather in the lap of flowers.
Niagara Falls is about to collide with my feet.
A lakh butterflies kissing my cheek.
Easels ready to die leave little to live in my breaths.
Goldfish looked at me and smiled.
I suck in air and try to paint like Da Vinci.
The waterfalls I made today speak volumes to me;
A hundred paper ships ask me to play in a waterfall.
I help blind men cross the path;
I see the smile of the Lord in their gratitude.
Seeing me in the rainbow arresting me in my sleep;
Nevertheless, sparrows have been advocating for me.
Now, I feel like wings are sprouting;
I touch the moon that lives above the earth where I lived.
I wear the clouds as a shirt;
I store the stars in my hands as gold stones.
I play pinching the sun sleeping under the blanket of darkness.
I travel across the world’s oceans like a wave.
I read the minds of strangers.
Without a passport, I was drowning in dreams.
Where am I, Lord? I ask that
You are lost from Monday to Sunday.
Is this a magical world?  I ask the Lord again.
Of course not. The Lord says it is a poetic world.
I sink into surprise.
Lord! I ask if you can tell me the name of this poetic world.
As the Lord smiles, says "Poetry Nook."
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