[A poem by Mr. Samudrala Harikrishna titled ‘Dreams’.]
I sleep
A Dream blossoms
I am on a galloping horse
Chasing the wicked Robbers
I catch them by their necks
They are all thrashed
Everything recovered
Nothing lost at all
All heave a sigh of relief
I am hailed as a Knight, a Saviour!
I sleep
A Nightmare scares
We are in a gorge
An endless deep vault
Everyone is speechless
As if frozen
Deadly silence
Can hear it loud and clear
Fearing what’ll break it
Our screams or the Devil’s guffaw!
I wake up
Happily narrating the first
Anxiously reeling off the other
The Saviour was me
Victim, it was me
I say I was sleeping
Who was the witness
Is there another in me?!
Hidden, deep inside me?!
Who, I ponder, the loquacious narrator?!
