Murmurings in the undergrowth
Sunrays like laser beams
Cackles of kookaburra laughter
Aworld he had never seen.
How did he ever get here
Eyes rubbed, was it another wild dream?
A deluge of leaves from above.
A wild baboon with a scary grin.
All he remembered was the party,
wild , loud and laced with gin.
Where they stood in a circle around him
And coaxed him to begin.
He played on his guitar strings,
Played to the crowd’s every whim.
The last thing he remembered .
Was her face smiling at him.
Yet now this nightmarish morning.
or was the other night , a day dream.
Shaking his head , he lay down again.
And pondered if he should scream.
The soft leaves fell fast and more.
Covering his mortal wounds sore.
So this was the Heaven , he smiled
Though seeming more like Hell’s uproar.
He found that he could float
over the lofty trees above.
Subtle transformation when the
tattered body was ditched by the soul.
© Reena Prasad