Once in my sleep
I heard a gently voice
Cold like a breeze, soft like a flower
Echoing like thunder
Accompanied by lightening
That woke me up
From the long hibernation of mine
It said to me you have long way to go
And my doubtful mind asked where to go.
It said to me there is lot to be done
I wondered what’s there left for me to be done.
The gentle voice then said to me
“Dear, that is what you got to find.
The mission for which you are born”
Saying thus it faded out
I saw a dawn in the shut eyes of mine
With the eternal Sun shining in its sky
It left me awakened
For the endless time to come
Searching for the truth
Of my existence and the world around.
- Vineeth Mohandas
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