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The Real And The Unreal

The Real And The Unreal

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I was, one day, in the evening of a full moon day,

Sailing across a vast sea that had no edge;


The waters were still with no breeze anywhere

And at the far end of the horizon

The sky appeared to mate with the sea;


The full moon in its majestic colour and size

Had descended from the sky to almost touch the waters

And one could witness the beauty of the still water

Reflecting the full moon like a blemishless mirror;


When I gazed at the marvelous distant scene

I seemed to be tempted to touch both the moons

With each of my tiny hands stretching on either side;


For a moment I forgot the truth that the moon above

Was real and touchable but too far from me

And the moon below was unreal and very close

But not touchable by anyone.


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