Lucid dreams

You know what
I claim myself
A privileged dove
with certain destinies,
yet sometimes
frightful arrows of disparity
try to penetrate the decorated spirit of me
Then at those moments,
I visualize my parents
waiting hard for my return to nest
chanting for my success,
with a strong hope for the best.
And for sure,
I return to them with unbreakable zest!!!
Yes, you heard it right!
The beautiful garden,
that of my dreams,
is quite lucid
and plenty bizarre…

Bibek Kandel (Nepal)

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