January 6, 2017
“Where do I go when I go
to bed?” asked the little child.
“For yesterday, I was sleeping,
But I was in a jungle, wild.
And the day before that, I found myself
flying up high,
Inching closer to the moon
Way up in the sky.”
Time has flown past, now
The little child has grown.
And now that wondrous state of sleep
Can no longer be his own.
He wants to sleep for long hours.
He wants to be free of duties.
He wants to chase the moon at night,
He wants to dream dreams.
Mysuru, Karnataka, India