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\"Poet\"<\/a>
Poet<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Keshav Nepal<\/strong>
\nUSA<\/strong>
\nIn the dead of the night a cock did crow,
\nI heisted once the warm quilt to throw.
\nGreatest regret would it have been,
\nNot to be in that desert green!!<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t funny for the fouls to sing,
\nWith guitars in hands I saw them dance in ring.
\nI then noticed their wings on me,
\nWith the flicker of time I was on a tree!<\/p>\n

I flew and flew to the heights with joy,
\nAt length down, I saw elephants play with toys.
\nDeer ridiculously kissed the tigers,
\nAnd saw the horses upon soldiers as riders.<\/p>\n

The rivers flowed to the mountain top,
\nWhile rats were harvesting the crop.
\nEverest was seen raised to the ground,
\nTo the Golan Heights was Marianas Trench found.<\/p>\n

On the oven was ice-cream made,
\nAll the fishes were sleeping on bed.
\nGoats and pigs were slaughtering men to feast,
\nAnd all the towns and cities were inhabitated by beasts.<\/p>\n

Sahara looked so green with patches of blue,
\nMoisture less was Pacific and the Nile too.
\nWith piles of snow was the Equator filled,
\nAnd with scorching heat were the Poles thrilled.<\/p>\n

The lion at the top corner was busy making web,
\nWhile the spiders reigned in dens in the cave.
\nThe world looked so different from the bygone days,
\nMay be it was with the Sun\u2019s dark grey rays.<\/p>\n

The gallant red moon appeared at the break of dawn,
\nWest to East, smiling she toured with a frown.
\nAs in a dream I witnessed all these things,
\nBut twenty million years ahead was the age gone,
\nAnd it was none of the dreams!!!!!<\/p>\n

27th October 1994<\/strong>
\nSJC, Darjeeling<\/strong><\/p>\n

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