A DREAM

I listen to the little ones recite the poem of Solomon Grundy
Who was born on Monday
Christened on Tuesday
Married on Wednesday
Took ill on Thursday

Worse on Friday
Died on Saturday
Buried on Sunday
How can that be possible?
Like  a dream indeed

The one you saw yesterday,
 you see them no more today
You imagine in your heart where have they gone to
When you look back at your life,
Ten years ago
you can't imagine how and when you turn sixty
 Just like yesterday.
Days after days, Months after months,
years after years you move closer to your grave
This world is indeed like a dream to me

This world is turning upside down
Atrocity increases
Prices of commodities also increase
Each day introduces new sickness
Diseases of different kind gets new name
Death doesn't recognise or honour age anymore
True love disappears, Hatred now reigns
Trust is lost, to the extent of suspecting your blood,
And you start thinking in your mind
This was the world I was in 20 years ago
What's really happening
I guess i'm the only one feeling this way,
Is this world a dream to you too?

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