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.