MS (25-11-1960 / Pakistan)

A Dream

Alongside the wide gray road stood I,
To watch a procession passed by,
Of the damsels, rather all in teen,
Of the same size height and colour,
The bulk and body; dressed in green,
But all bore the features quite different.

Drenched them the incessant rain;
They passed and passed by jostling,
In silence in rows long, unendingly,
Numerous, countless were they all,
Neither worried, nor did seem happy;
Glanced they at me with stealing looks,
And I stood silent with lowering eyes,
Peeping into innerself like a criminal,
When brought among the fellow men.
It confounds, troubles me when I think,
Whether their plight was shown to me,
Or mine to them, I could not decide.

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Comments (4)

Very interesting poem, love it with 10++
ha! ha! nice.............
A dream worthy of comment, were I the one who dreamed it. A comment about such a dream appropriate in its content. Well written and expressed. You have a talent for prose most profound. You must, and should write more. GW62
A great poem and very meaningful too.Kudos! !