And reality is more racy than our dreams
When we take our sadness for joy
We engage with a mere live toy;
So many strings permeate the heavenly realms
Joining our tales and our wails and our hails
To something that may sing to the heart
And wherefore we go is right at where
We start; a full circle life makes at last;
Many-coloured layers veil our vision
Spoiling us to tardy smart derelictions;
Do you know where you are headed?
Are you sure of your earthly destination?
The lands far off beckon and there we dwell
As virtuous devils, all flawed, all swell
Because nothing ever is as it seems
Because we live in many worlds of dreams.
-- Doel Sengupta
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