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The doctor had spoken. Aman’s aspirations were shattered.

He picked up a book.

Dream“, he read out loud, “dreams turn into thoughts.”

He picked up a pen.


RIP Abdul Kalam sir. Your inspiration is immortal.


Fairy Tale


I’m going to write some verse

On who and what I am

And oh the very thought

Makes me want to jig and jam


Will I write of the time

when the starfish came to visit

or when I taught the birds to pray

and the frogs to go ribbit?

I think I’d rather tell you

of the mountain tops I climbed-

the flying fish that sang for me

the passing clouds that sighed-

When I danced on the moon and

the flowers bloomed and beamed

and the woodpecker took a bow

and the earthworms all cheered.


For will you not prefer the me

who lives in dreams of magic showers-

than the one with eyes open

in the singeing burn of hours?