The Mystical Dream
It was a midsummer night; heat pervaded the season;
Mosquitoes and flies moved around as though hatching treason;
Cool breeze verily tried to pierce through the humidity,
Failed; as it was like hearts of humans with rigidity...!
It took hours of turning and churning before sleep entered,
Mosquitoes tried to for a few drops of blood, self-centered;
Dreams! Nay, nightmares I'd say, hovered over my empty mind,
Bringing in devils, phantoms and fiends of every kind...!
It's toward morning, like an angel opening the door,
Entered a dream, may not be magical, like a rain-pour;
I witnessed my intimate friend's newly built house sinking,
Like the Titanic, gradually, its whole shape shrinking...!
Merry crows, eagles and vultures were flying all around,
As though, as on an earthquake, mountains of carcasses found;
Noises, cries, screams and screeches filled the entire atmosphere,
Like which I had never heard during my long yester-year...!
I couldn't wait for the morning; Before dawn I set out,
What could be? How? And why? Filled in my mind many a doubt;
I found his house (newly built) standing firm and unshaken,
Relieved, yet, wanted to find what misery has broken...!
Debts, he said; ashamed of telling you; loans of construction!
I might need to sell-out the house; or find my destruction;
I was perplexed as I was not very rich person too,
As friend true, I must reach out to him at his time of woe...!
Other friends and companions I instantly collected,
To him, like heart-beats, each one's compassion got connected;
We soon sold out, whatever is sellable, for his sake,
Saved him, forthwith, from his agonizingly cancerous ache...!
26 September 2022
The Mystical Dream Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2022
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