The Bad Dream

An ailing scent in the aura, Murky sky wherever I look, Muddle visuals by my side, Like my whole destiny shook. Enormous croak in society, Laying me in great baffle, Strange eye of crowd at me, As they were in a great shuffle. I bid to peek into other scenes, But no sight of creature in my eyes, Just a sorrow uproar of mankind, Similar to soul of the nature cries. Straight away the inky view cut, And I woke up to the reality, Was that a Bad dream of mine, Or precognition of the present cruelty.