He looks at the sky in complete amazement
his eyes forgetting to blink
somewhere deep inside his head
I can tell, he is beginning to shrink
he recalls his days, when he slept with dreams
but he calls them destination
like they are some kind of place to be
his experiences he counts
in papers with numbers and bullets
he calls his education his pedigree
his suits are clean his nails are trim
his life is just as it has been
since the last time I met him
when we shared a cup of tea,
and he talked about his days
when he slept with dreams
but he calls them destination
like they are some kind of place to be
Samip Dhungel's Poetry Blog 