Dreams are to be believed in
And not discarded
As the aftermath

Of a sumptuous feast
Before slipping into bed
For was not Julius forewarned

By omens in Calpurnia’s sleep
But Decius Brutus said his piece
And smirked in the shade

Of the Ides of March, as Caesar strode
Through a brain fog
Towards the Capitol

To soak his sinless
Toga and his sinful pride
In Roman blood.

And you,Brute? He cried
Out to the man
Who loved Rome more and died.

And you,Brute? Too late !
The sudden end
In dreams is felt.

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About VijayNair

I retired as Associate Professor, Department of English, Government Victoria College Palakkad, Kerala. I taught English Language and Literature in various colleges for 31 years. My Ph.D. thesis was on the plays of Wole Soyinka. My collections of verse include "The City and the Hermitage" (1988), "Doors Swing Open" (2008), "Eyes" (2010) and "Whispers of Light in Darkness" (2013). My poems have also appeared in the International Anthologies "I am a Poet" (2013), "With Love" (2013), "Synthesis" (2014) "Poetic Symphonies" (2015) and "Heavenly Hymns" (2015).

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