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Smokey far away dreamland Night-river billowy; Standing on the bank saw A branch of flowering tree floating Sinking and rising Sometimes gone up to the tot of crest of the wave Grudually disappearing... leaving a deep everlasting impression on my mind. Weaking up I respond to day's call Engaged in household affairs But when I stay alone I a'm captured And see flowering branch floating topsy-turvily I'm eager to know the name of that flowering tree Ask whispering The darkness silent The light silent The sky is fogy enveloped The world is mystery envelored Even the metaphysicians snoring Hobgobling hocus-pocusing My riparian home flying fluttering towards terminal point What it is? A twig deep blue as rain-forest Knocking my window screen Heard ‘solipsism; solitair solitude.... Beyond sound... On the solarium standing saw the universe A dot! As small as full stop Left far behind...