I Dreamed A Dream …

I dreamed a dream from a broken world,
Of a world without cracks,
Of a world where laughter bounced on the canvas dome of limitless hopes,
Of a world where literacy ran through the tender hands of children and not rivers of blood,
I dreamed a dream from a broken world.

 

As the shrieks of fear tore bonds,
As hungry eyes gulped in emptiness,
As the shattered futures peeped through broken windows,
As a civilization lay crumpled at the feet of its creators,
I dreamed a dream from a broken world.

 

The cold loose sand welcomed my bare feet,
And my dress fluttered like a butterfly, entwining with my legs,
As the wind played with my burnt locks of sienna, teasing my shivers, taunting my wounds;
Taunts of lingering memories; of distant memories
I dreamed a dream from a broken world.

Stitching the patches by grief, forgetting to knit the knots of happiness,
Crying tears from a well in the land of draughts,
Searching for belongingness in the land that belonged to me,
I dreamed a dream from a broken world.

 

Of a land that tickled the feet with lushness,
Of a land that didn’t limit people to unseen boundaries,
Of a land where the angels descended from heaven,
Of a land where nights were tucked in dreams on the pillows of peace,
I dreamed a dream from a broken world.

 

Amongst agony of the faultless
With ripped souls
Wrapped in wails of unsaid crimes
And bullets piercing humanity,
I dreamed a dream from a broken world;
From broken eyes with the ache of breaking dreams,
From a heart that waited with baited breaths to breathe life,
I dreamed a dream.

 

 


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