A BEGGAR'S DREAM...

Besides the road splitter he lay;
His head resting on a punctured sack, and his torn attire exposed his bosom;
Looking as calm as a child in dreamless slumber;
“He was laid to eternal sleep beside his own shadow”

Nothing he had except a bowl made of steel;
Truly a beggar, but not at heart;
Though treated as an alien, but his dreams and emotions were same as his affluent contemporary;

During his sleep, once again he saw his dark eyed queen;
Sitting restlessly near the window waiting for him;
His children had slept on the floor waiting;
Benumbed from the chaos of the outside world;
They looked like little angels of the faerie;

Returning back from work;
His wife embraced him into her arms;
Crying like a child yet scolding him for his tentative schedule;
Finally cursing herself for the mistake of bawling out;

Suddenly his dream broke and he found;
Nothing except darkness and poverty;
The queen was gone, so was his dream;
“And he realized that life could never be what one seems,
Life could never be what one seems….”