I and my pillow dream
Many dreams in the night
And I and my pen
Divide them in the day
Even though my feet are in chains
My dreams wander among the hills

Moon above leads the cloud
Holding it by its finger

My life stands
Like a still forest
Drenched in the silent rain of moon
When I sit to sculpture
My own world out of one dream
The sea threatens raising a thousand hands

In the depths of the blue skies
Some where one star-
- Seshendra Sharma