Are we someone's dream
There was a dream I saw at night
While wrapped in a woolen blanket,
Upon which I thought too much
Without letting go from mind.
There was company of young men
Whose voices I could not hear,
But deaf I was not for one,
About him, I will relate.
I will not write about the eye,
About the age, about the dye.
Only words with his voice hued,
I will tell about it now.
“We all might be someone’s dream you say?
I do not think so, it can’t be!
I am conscious and can feel;
I am real, I am no one’s dream!”
Maybe, it was not a dream
And I looked through distant eye.
Maybe he is actually real
And lives his own wholesome life.
