Dreaming
A man sleeping alone
On a bench
Even as dawn starts to approach
Dreaming of the home that once was his,
The love and the bliss
But doomed for loneliness
Until,
Someone reaches out and wipes his tears-
And gives him a chance to conceal his fears
A boy remanded in a boarding school
Surrounded by youth
Yet never been more alone
Never more prone
To isolation.
Dreaming of home
And childhood friends,
For the people
He took for granted
But were now gone,
Not even born.
A man,
Never more wealthy
Yet a pauper in true gains
Enriched with pains.
Dreaming enviously each night
Of his ‘poor’ companions
Who do not need his greed
Indeed.
For they have been freed.
A newborn child
Laying in a crib,
Dreaming of time before Earth,
In presence of good
With no evil.
Now only a dream.
And although dreaming,
All basking in the love
of God.
Dreaming for love
And warmth.
Yet unaware,
Not a dream,
Anymore
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